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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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heyy, i think this is my first fic request ever so here it comes, could you write something based on this line "can i bit your tongue like my bad habit?", plss?

you know im a freaky about modern sihtric, so modern sihtric it is, and something between lowkey smut and explicit. aaand also, can i have sihtric with skmd hair, the braided and unbraided style maybe?

warnings: so... there's smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric was a troublemaker and you tried to stay away from him, but you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him.

word count: 3.2k

Note: Look, I struggled here, my gods, I struggled. After being told the line was from a song, I looked it up and was... still confused. "It's biscuits, it's gravy." What????? What is biscuits and gravy????? Anyway, this is the best I could do lmao, I hope you'll enjoy it. Thanks for the challenge, haha! I also hope I didn't go overboard with the smut, but I just had to save my story somehow :')

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'Of course I fucking like you.'

************ 'Sihtric, are you going to make a move or just sit here sulking?' 'Why would I even try, Uhtred?' 'Why wouldn't ya?' Finan was quick to ask. 'She won't even give me the time of day,' Sihtric scoffed, 'she's too good for me.'

Finan sighed and Uhtred shook his head while Sihtric brushed his hands through his long, loose, wavy hair, and they all watched you walk back to their table with a few drinks.

Sihtric had fallen for you ever since he first saw you. Uhtred, your long time friend, had introduced you to his friends after you had recently moved to their town. You quickly got along with them and often joined when they went out drinking. You were quick to notice Sihtric and his good looks, but he was rather quiet and would often get into some trouble after a few drinks. Whether it was a bar fight or him stealing cigarettes at a gas station, the night would never be boring when Sihtric was there. Which was also why you kept your distance with him. You had moved away from your previous city because you had run with the wrong crowds, and you didn't want to end up in the same situation here again. Uhtred and Finan always reassured you that everything was fine, but they also couldn't deny that Sihtric was a troublemaker. And they knew he was head over heels for you, whereas you had managed to keep your interest hidden from everyone.

'This round is on me,' you smiled and Finan cheered loudly.

'No,' Uhtred laughed, 'stop giving rounds, Finan here will only take advantage.'

'Oh, really?' you chuckled. Finan smiled with a guilty look as Uhtred nudged his arm.

'And what about you?' you asked as you sat down next to Sihtric.

'What about me?'

'Will you also take advantage?' you purred.

Sihtric chuckled lightly and looked away from you.

'Lady, he will gladly take advantage of ya!' Finan laughed, a little too loud.

Uhtred broke out in a laugh and you felt your cheeks heat up. You glanced at Sihtric, who had a smirk on his face but wouldn't meet your eyes. You wondered if Finan was hinting at something, but you didn't dare to ask.

'So, I didn't tell you guys yet, but… I have a date this saturday,' you grinned.

The three men snapped their heads at you as you took a sip of your drink. Uhtred and Finan quickly glanced at Sihtric before directing their gaze back at you.

'Aye? Who's the lucky bastard?' Finan asked as he looked at Sihtric again.

'Some guy I met on a dating app. We've only been talking for a few days.'

'Is he serious about you?' Uhtred asked, as always being like a protective brother.

'Hard to tell,' you sighed. Uhtred and Finan chuckled lightly, knowing how men on those dating apps are these days.

'And well… worst case, he'll only want to fuck me, right?' you snorted.

'Excuse me,' Sihtric said and stood up, almost knocking over the drinks with the force he used to shove his chair back against the table.

'Hey, watch it,' Uhtred said as he managed to grab his glass in time.

You gave Finan a surprised look as Sihtric grabbed his coat off the chair before walking out.

'Wait, is he leaving? Like really leaving?' you asked, confused.

Uhtred shrugged lightly while Finan gave you a quick nod.

'But why?' you scoffed, 'what did I say?'

Both men looked at each other and sighed, clearly not wanting to talk.

'What are you guys not telling me?' you frowned.

'It's nothing,' Uhtred smiled weakly.

'Well it's clearly something. Does he not like my company?'

'Why d'ya think that?' Finan asked.

'Ever since I met him he's always been quiet to me, but when I see him with you guys he seems more… talkative.'

'Aye, he always bites his tongue around you. It's his bad habit.'

'Biting his tongue around me? So he really does not like me around?' you tried to not let them hear the pain in your voice, but it was already too late.

'Finan never said that,' Uhtred finally spoke, 'he does like you around. We all like having you around, it's just…' he looked at Finan and sighed, 'it's complicated.'

'No, it's really not that complicated. It's very clear. I'm sorry I tried to interfere in this group,' you spoke fast while you stood up. You quickly grabbed your coat and bag and stormed off, like Sihtric had done. Both men looked bewildered after you had left and ordered another drink.

Finan and Uhtred had been texting you for several days, but you didn't reply. You felt as if you had been trying to force yourself into their friend group, which is not the way you wanted things to be.

Besides, you had your date tonight. No time for negative emotions. You dressed up nicely and made your way over to the restaurant in the evening, where you were to meet your date. You nervously checked your phone constantly. Your date hadn't replied anymore since last night, and you had a bad feeling about it. You waited for over an hour but no one ever showed up. With cheeks flushed in embarrassment you apologised to the waitress and paid for the one drink you had and left. You hurried out the door and wiped some tears away. You weren't hurt, just really angry. How could someone be such an asshole?

At the same time you got a text from Finan, who asked how your date was going, but you were still too embarrassed so you didn't reply. You tucked your phone in your bag as you walked around a corner and accidentally bumped harshly into a stranger who stood still.

'Hey, wow, gods,' the stranger chuckled lightly and quickly grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from tripping backwards.

'Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I wasn't looking-,' you said and looked up to the stranger, 'I was….' you paused and frowned, 'Sihtric?'

Your heart skipped a beat when you realised you had walked into Sihtric. It was already dark out and you had barely recognized him as he looked different. You only ever saw him with his hair either loose or tied in a bun, both looks which you simply loved, and you may or may not have had explicit thoughts some nights which involved pulling his hair.

But today his hair was braided, revealing he had an undercut all this time. Right above the undercut, on both sides of his head, was a small, tight braid. And on top, where his hair was longer, was a more loose braid. And all braids were tied together in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. The street lights highlighted his sharp jawline, and his look simply made you gasp for air. You were at a loss for words.

'You,' Sihtric smiled, but quickly frowned when he noticed you had cried.

'Hey,' he sounded concerned and pulled you closer by your shoulders, 'are you okay?'

You sighed and shrugged at him as you felt tears well up again, out of anger and embarrassment.

'What happened?' Sihtric asked and cupped your cheeks, 'you had your date tonight, right?'

You nodded slightly and looked down. You felt confused about the fact that he had stormed off that night at the bar when you had mentioned it, but here he was, bringing it up.

'Did something happen?' Sihtric asked as he wiped your tears away, and his voice abruptly changed from concern to slight anger, 'has he hurt you?'

His eyes scanned your face and exposed arms quickly for any bruises, or anything else that would indicate you had been hurt physically.

'No,' you sighed, and instinctively placed your hands on his wrists as he still held your face, 'he hasn't hurt me, not like that.'

You looked up at Sihtric, who was not hiding his own hurtful expression upon seeing you upset.

'He just stood me up. That's all. And I feel really fucking embarrassed about it,' you scoffed, 'I'm not hurt, I'm just … I'm angry. I really don't want to talk about it.'

Sihtric clicked his tongue and sighed as he gave you a compassionate look.

'I'm sorry, love,' he said and pulled you in his arms, 'you don't deserve that.'

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, while Sihtric rubbed your back with one hand and placed his other hand lightly on the back of your head. You just stood there, embracing, for a few minutes as you tried to calm yourself about the entire situation. You had to be above this kind of behaviour and not allow some stupid guy to make you this upset. In the meantime you felt yourself melt into Sihtric's embrace and you smiled weakly to yourself when you noticed how nice he smelled. You felt comfortable in his arms and wished you could just always have them around you.

'But,' you sniffled a little, 'what are you doing here?'

'Me? Oh, nothing really.'

You pulled away slightly to look up at him.

'You just stand behind corners in the dark for fun?' you frowned.

'And what about it?'

You sighed and decided to drop it. You didn't care what he was doing, you were happy to have walked into him. Sihtric was relieved to see you didn't question him any further. He wasn't planning on telling you that he had stolen a watch from a random and oblivious bypasser, just moments before you had walked into him.

'Anyway,' Sihtric suddenly snorted, 'whoever stood you up is a real fucking idiot.'

'Right?' you chuckled lightly.

'Mhm,' he hummed and pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he smiled, 'any man should consider himself lucky to only even draw your attention.'

You smiled and rolled your eyes. 'Oh please, like you care. You stormed off last time I spoke to you,' you chuckled.

Sihtric suddenly moved his hands down to your waist and you nervously tugged at his shirt.

'Maybe,' he paused and took a deep breath before he spoke again, 'maybe I stormed off because I didn't want to hear about you seeing someone that is not me,' he smirked slightly at his last words and bit his lower lip.

'What?' you frowned with a chuckle.

'I think you heard me.' His smirk grew wider and he cocked his head to the side as he watched you struggle with your thoughts.

'Sihtric,' you scoffed and shook your head in confusion, 'what… are you… you're saying that you like me?'

'Of course I fucking like you,' he said softly and leaned his forehead gently against yours.

'What? Since when?' you stammered and felt flustered at how close he was, 'w-wait… why did you not… why d-did you never say anything?'

'I thought you were too good for me. I mean how,' he paused and lightly tightened his grip on your waist, which simply set you on fire, 'how could a guy like me possibly get a girl like you?'

'Sihtric,' you said weakly and moved your hands up to his shoulders, 'you don't understand how much I've wanted you ever since I first saw you.'

He scoffed and shook his head, 'please, baby,' he whispered, 'don't play with me right now.'

'I'm not,' you quickly hushed him, 'but you were always so quiet around me. I thought maybe you didn't like me becoming a part of your friend group. And…' you chuckled and paused.

'And what?' he smiled. He brushed his lips lightly against yours when you didn't answer him, making you sigh.

'And… I know you're a troublemaker, Sihtric.'

'Am I?' he asked playfully.

'Yes, you are.'

You hissed lightly when he suddenly pushed you up against the wall.

'And what about it?' he whispered, gently pushing your chin up with his thumb and index finger, making you look into his eyes.

'I… I moved to leave my own troubles behind, Sihtric. And I was worried I would get caught up in yours if I got too close. But I never got you out of my head,' you chuckled, 'not even if I tried.'

'So all this time…'

'... All this time I liked you,' you shrugged lightly.

'And all this time I bit my tongue,' he smiled and shook his head, 'when all I wanted was to bite your tongue,' he whispered as he leaned in, 'I wish I knew you wanted me all this time.'

And without any hesitation he pressed his lips against yours. You immediately melted into his kiss and your head was spinning at the taste of his lips. His hands slipped under your shirt and he dug his fingers into your skin when you placed your hands onto his neck, to deepen the kiss. You moaned slightly at the feeling of his rough hands grabbing onto your skin. Sihtric used your moment of weakness to slide his tongue in your mouth, causing you to moan against his lips and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, forcing him to break the kiss.

'No, please,' you begged, desperately, 'don't stop, Sihtric.'

'Oh, I got you begging already?' he laughed as he looked down at you.

You saw his eyes darken with a certain hunger and he moved his hand up your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair.

'You want me, baby?' he teasingly licked his lips, 'hm? You want me now?'

'Yes,' you whined.

'Say that you want me,' he said sternly, tugging your hair.

'I want you, Sihtric. I've always wanted you and no one else,' you nearly moaned while he forced you to look up at him as he kept his grip on your hair.

'So what about those men you dated?' he asked and leaned in to brush his lips over your exposed neck.

'What about them?' you sighed and closed your eyes as he slowly dragged his tongue over your neck, up to your ear.

'Did you think of me when you let them fuck you?' he asked, softly biting your ear.

'What if I did?' you asked out of breath.

'So what if I want to fuck you?'

'Right now? Here?' you asked slightly concerned.

'Not here,' Sihtric laughed and he looked over his shoulder, 'there maybe.'

'What? At the mall?' you snorted.

'Let's fuck in the back in the mall,' he smirked, 'if you really want me.'

You gave Sihtric a slight push and grabbed his hand, pulling him with you towards the mall.

'Where to now?' you giggled, and he quickly pulled you with him to a narrow hall in the back of the mall, which consisted of small offices. He took a quick look around, and after he saw no one nearby he kneeled down and started to pick open a lock.

'What the hell are you doing?'

'Trying to fuck you in the mall, lady,' he huffed.

'Do I want to ask if you have done this before?'

'I haven't fucked anyone here, I swear it, but I have been held here several times.'

You frowned and he looked up at you, 'after I stole things and had to wait for the cops,' he shrugged and focused on the lock again, 'they take your stolen stuff away and keep it here for a few hours. So I started to keep track of the place and found out that after 8 in the evening,' the lock clicked open, 'no one uses these offices.'

He gave you a proud smile and pulled you into the random office, quickly sitting you up on a desk. He wasted no time in kissing you again and you both started to take off each other's clothes. Your fingers fumbled with his hair, untangling his braids while your tongues fought for dominance.

'You're so fucking beautiful,' he whispered as he ran his hands over your body, 'maybe I was wrong,' he continued as you brushed your fingers through his loose hair, 'maybe you're not too good for me. You're exactly what I need.'

'And I need you in me, now,' you sighed impatiently and pulled down his boxers.

Sihtric kissed you roughly as you took out his cock and worked his length with your hand for a moment. He pulled you up to the edge of the desk and swiftly pulled down your panties, and you soon felt how he teased your wet entrance with the tip of his cock, making you groan impatiently before he pushed inside you.

'Fuck, you fill me up so good,' you moaned, 'even better than I imagined.'

'Tell me what you imagined,' he said as he thrusted deep inside you.

'Just you,' you sighed, making him moan as you pulled his hair, 'fucking me like the troublemaker that you are.'

'You just love trouble, huh?' he chuckled and licked your lower lip before biting it.

'God, I fucking I love the way you feel right now, babe,' you moaned and dug your nails in his back as he continued thrusting hard and deep into you.

'I think,' he spoke out of breath, never slowing his pace, 'you're the troublemaker here.'

'Oh, really?' you laughed.

'Yeah. You make me break into an office, make me lose control,' Sihtric said hoarsely and lifted your leg over his shoulder.

'Oh, fuck, baby, yes! Right there, just like that,' you cried out in pleasure.

'Hm, you like that?'

'Yes… please, you feel so good, Sihtric.'

'You like causing trouble?' he laughed and bit your ear.

'Yeah.'

'Yeah?' he moaned and hissed when he felt you tighten around his cock, 'I was just being a good boy tonight, baby,' he teased as he licked your lips, 'I wasn't looking for any trouble. But look what you made me do.'

'Hmm, you're still a good boy,' you moaned with a chuckle, 'the way you fuck me right now, so good, so, ahh…' you moaned as you suddenly felt your high approaching, and Sihtric slammed hard into you as you tightened up.

'You have no trouble taking my cock, do you?' he smirked as he watched you lay down onto the desk, 'cum for me,' he said and that was all you needed. You arched your back as his name slipped from your mouth and he quickly leaned down to kiss you through your high.

You whined as Sihtric suddenly pulled out quickly and he swiftly brought you down to your knees.

'Are you a good girl?' he asked with a smirk, placing his hand on your cheek and bringing his cock to your lips.

'Do you want me to be a good girl?' you smiled innocently and teased the tip of his cock with your tongue.

He groaned at the feeling and looked down at you with dark, narrow eyes.

'I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and watch you swallow my cum, is that what good girls do?'

'Hmm… no,' you pouted in a mocking manner.

You teasingly licked his throbbing cock, making him groan again and causing him to lean back against the desk to keep his balance.

'Ah, fuck,' he hissed as he laughed, 'you know I am trouble,' he said hoarsely as his fingers tangled in your hair, 'and you feel so good, babe, but only a bad girl can handle me.'

'I can handle you and your bad habits,' you smiled, and you'd show him.

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vibratingskull · 11 months

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"hi there, i love your work!! i always re read them and giggle to myself lmao. you’re really out here carrying the thrawn fandom on ur back ily!! can i request thrawn x chiss!wife reader who is pregnant? just some soft fluffy stuff?? i feel like thrawn would either be really chill about the pregnancy, or really dumb and just start freaking out about the smallest things hahaha tysm!!!" - anon

For you my dear, fluffy fluff with Thrawn a bit on the spectrum

You're slowly cradling yourself in the rocking chair, making a good work of your needles in the fabric. You decided to do a snowy rabbit this time. Since you took your maternity leave you spend all your time informing yourself on the pregnancy or sewing different plushies and little clothes for your future baby. You have a whole collection now.

You hear the shuffling of a door, it’s surely Thrawn who came back from his work day. What did he bring back this time?

“Ch’acah, I am here.” He says loud enough to be heard in the whole apartment.

“I’m in the bedroom.” You respond, doing your last stitches.

He appears in his military uniform, a package under the arm as you predicted. You grin, shaking your head. You wait for him to explain. He walks up to you and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I came across some interesting things.”

“I see that, like every evening for the past two months…”.

You don’t hold that against him, this is how he cares. He reaches for the bag and proudly takes out a rectangular box, you squint to read what is written on it.

“My first… canvas.” You snort, this is so on brand.

“I thought it would be great to help them express themselves through art.”

“You realize they won’t be using it for several years, you’re a bit early for that...”

“Nonsense, infants play with paint of bright colors as soon as they can sit up.” He preaches.

You shake your head with a broad smile. God you love this man. But you’re not dupe: if he buys so much art furniture it’s because he wants to be able to communicate with his child. He already has some difficulties with adults, children as young appear to terrify him. You already saw him hold the baby of a friend and it was not his most glorious moment. He had a freeze moment when you announced to him the news of your pregnancy, before exploding with joyce but you did notice. And then he spent his nights reading and reading about children's communication and psychology like it was an impermeable enigma to him. The elated smile he wore when he announced to you about babies' early interest in artful activities was heartwarming, finally something he could understand. Since then he bought as many artsy toys and activities he could starting by colorful cubes and modeling clay.

You take his hand, and look him in the eyes with tenderness.

“Thrawn, I know you’re scared. I am too. But everything will be alright because we will be together.”

He squeezes it and lowers his head, his thin smile dying.

“I am terrified… What if they don't love me because I can’t meet their needs in some way?” He murmurs.

You shake your head gently, and try to rise up, a bit destabilized by your round stomach. He immediately reaches for you. You pull him in a hug.

“I understand you. But you will surpass it, because you’re the most competent man I know.”

You take his head in your hands, forcing him to look into your crimson eyes full of confidence.

“I know for a fact that they will love you and be proud of you as a father! You know why? Because nobody loves like you do.”

He puts one hand on yours and and rubs his cheek against it.

“May you be right, ch’acah.”

“I am! I alway am, remember?”

It forces a chuckle out of him.

“Yes.”

You spin on yourself to retrieve the bunny and show him. You smile like a child handing it to him.

“What do you think?” You ask.

He carefully observes the plushie.

“Another one?”

“You have nerve for a man who buys toys each evening. The nursery is full to the brim!”

He smiles.

“It is perfect. I would have loved having it in my youth.”

“I can sew you one now! You would be adorable sleeping with a bunny in your arms!”

He puts down the plushie and wraps his arm around your waist to the best of his abilities.

“Why would I need a plushie when I already have you in my arms?”

He kisses your forehead.

“Vile flatterer.” You grin

“Skillful admirer.” He correct.

You snuggles against him, appreciating his warmth you sigh contentedly. Suddenly you feel pain in your stomach, you lean forward holding your belly.

“Ha!”

“What is wrong ch’acah? Are you in pain?” He asks worriedly

“No, I think…” You pause a second to analyze what just happened “I think they kicked me.”

You take his hand and place it on your belly, sure enough a second kick was given against his palm. You laugh, elated and surprised : it’s their first kick. You look at him with wonders in your eyes.

He’s shocked.

The eyes wide and at loss for words, he kneels and places his head on your stomach, awaiting, trembling. Another powerful kick. An incredulous laugh escapes him.

“They are strong!”

“They are like you.” You caress his hair.

He kisses your stomach.

“My child.” He hugs your form “I will always be there for you…”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x y/n #thrawn x f!reader

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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is it too soon to make another request?? idk but i have another idea. can u do an ateez reaction to the guys dating someone whose personality is like another the one of the members, not sure if i worded it correctly but i’ll give an example. so hongjoongs s/o is similar to wooyoung in terms of being a chatterbox and the other members just make fun of him for it or something like that.

idk sorry if it’s so specific or if it’s confusing but to be completely honest my brain isn’t working after i read what u wrote hehe <333

ateez dating someone with a similar personality to another member

genre: fluff, angst, crack, literally everything bruh

word count: 1.1k

warnings: emotional whiplash if you read all of them in one go lmao

author's notes: a brief run down that no one asked for: wooyoung's is ANGSTY, yunho is jealous (and hot), hongjoong is clueless, mingi's one is subtle and cute af, etc etc etc just have fun with it idk???? love yall <;3

hongjoong

"and then he said to me 'well at least i can actually dress myself properly' like?? my style is sooooo much better than his so for him to have the audacity to say that is-"

you rambled on loudly to your boyfriend as he listened to you with immense interest. it didn't matter how loud you were or how much you had to say, he was captivated by your stories, finding the way you express yourself funny and endearing.

"they remind me of someone," seonghwa mused to san as they both watched you both from the kitchen. "wooyoung?" san questioned before nodding at seonghwa, " oh yes, absolutely."

they heard your explosive laughter sound in reply to something hongjoong said and started laughing too. "should we tell him?" san asked seonghwa, clearly amused by the realisation they had made.

"no," seonghwa shook his head with a smile, "he'd go crazy."

seonghwa

you were known for being blunt and sarcastic when it came to your humour, which honestly confused seonghwa immensely especially in the early part of your relationship; he couldn't tell when you were being serious or joking.

it was only when he observed you and yeosang together did he realised that you had an extremely similar sense of humour to him.

"hey, is this drink for me?" seonghwa pointed to a cup of coffee on the counter. "no, it's for the dog," you said nonchalantly, not thinking too much about what you were saying. seonghwa blinked, "we don't have a dog."

yeosang snorted at seonghwa's reaction and patted him on the back, "i think they were just joking." to this, he laughed sheepishly, "yeah, haha i knew that, obviously..."

yunho

"wow," wooyoung remarked as he watched you dance, "your dance style is so similar to mingi's."

your boyfriend, yunho, had invited you to hang with the other members in their dance studio. you'd been interested in dance for a while now and knew a thing or two about how to move.

"mingi, go next to them and both of you do the same move," wooyoung ordered, suddenly very intrigued with the situation. both you and mingi seemed to add the same unique style, the same sort of flare to the move. yunho watched on, and he couldn't help but be jealous.

mingi watched both of your reflections and saw what wooyoung was talking about, "he's right you know," he smiled at you, "maybe we should make a duet together."

"if there's anyone y/n's going to be doing a duet with," yunho interrupted mingi and glared playfully, before wrapping a possessive arm around your waist, "shouldn't it be with her boyfriend?"

yeosang

yeosang laughed hysterically at your bold claim.

"y/n," yeosang snickered, "there is no way you could defeat me in an arm wrestle. and i mean that in the nicest way possible."

yeosang was very confident in his abilities, and you couldn't blame him. he was going to the gym more often and especially focusing on building muscle in his arms. and you were just as impressed as he was with his results.

but he was very quickly humbled.

when it came to the actual arm wrestle challenge, his confidence shrank as you very quickly beat him. his eyes grew wide in awe and confusion whilst you stayed silent and grinned in response.

"what the-" he whispered, not believing the situation. "have you been getting tips from jongho?"

san

san found a lot of positives in the fact that your personality was quite similar to his roommate, yunho's personality. but there were a few things that he didn't perhaps like.

"come on guys," he whined, "that's literally the 5th game we've lost. neither of you are trying."

because you liked playing video games too, san invited you to play with him and yunho. which backfired, tremendously.

you and yunho were definitely not taking the game seriously at all. both of you were in a state of delirium by how much you were laughing at your ridiculously bad and chaotic playing.

"we're just playing sannie~" you said cutely and gave him a little smooch on the cheek after seeing his pout grow. your competitive boyfriend was not impressed!

mingi

"do you really need to sleep with all these plushies?"

mingi laughed as he stared at your bed covered in different variations of plush toys and cuddly animals, alike.

"i have to hug something when i sleep, okay?" you confessed rather shyly, as you grabbed a blue dinosaur plush and held it to your chest. what you said reminded him of san, who had the same issue. he too said he felt more comfortable sleeping this way.

"well," mingi grabbed the plush toy from out of your hands and wrapped your arms around his waist, "now you have me to hug while you sleep." he grinned and kissed your cheek. "and i'm much bigger than a plushie! there's more of me to love~"

you giggled at his reply as your grip tightened around him, feeling very much loved.

wooyoung

"i'm pretty sure you have every david bowie album ever to be released, y/n. your collection is incredible."

hongjoong was flicking through your cd collection, clearly engrossed with delight. you and hongjoong had the same taste in music and a shared interest in pop icons and culture. this was something your boyfriend, wooyoung, did not share with you, and he was starting to get insecure about it.

he watched on with arms folded as he sunk back into the couch. there was nothing he could contribute to the conversation, and he started to feel left out.

"i'm going to head home," wooyoung called out, grabbing his coat and heading for the door. "why," you began to feel worried that you and hongjoong had neglected him from the conversation.

"no reason," he responded bluntly, "i'm sure you'll have fun without me."

jongho

as the maknae, jongho was simply used to being pampered and taken care of by the other members, especially by seonghwa. and not by choice. jongho is actually a very independent person who likes others relying on him, instead of the other way around.

but when it came to you, he didn't mind at all.

"have you got your lunch?" you asked as jongho was getting ready to leave. "yep," he smiled, patting his bag where his lunch. you went over to him to adjust his tie for him. meanwhile, seonghwa watched on, quite appalled and offended.

"hey! you don't like it when i help you with stuff," seonghwa complained accusingly at jongho, who didn't even look in his direction.

"yeah it's because you're annoying when you do it," jongho teased his older friend before giving you a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

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criesinmultifandommess · 1 year

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The DSMP Nonhumans not...acting human

I just have too many thoughts

so what if I searched up animal facts leave me alone

Ant

likes to bask in the sun

don't touch his tail unless you get permission

Sam

meditates a lot to avoid "exploding" (edit: ok past me just say you saw someone make art about this and stole it /hj)

used to hiss as a kid when he made eye contact with strangers

Bad

Nocturnal but conditioned himself to be diurnal

At first most people are put off by his appearance but then they hear his voice and are like ""??????"

Puffy

hates having to brush her hair

goes through so many brushes

if she hasn't had a haircut in a while, her hair will get super heavy

Puffy making clothes from her wool and giving them to friends

takes good care of her horns

ewes form such deep bonds with their lambs so that when they wander too far, the ewe bleats and the lamb comes back; so imagine Puffy calling for the DSMP kids and all of them perk up

Foolish

constantly in motion, very rare to just see him relaxing

when his teeth falls out, he gives them to people he likes (he has to explain to people that shark teeth fall out constantly, he's fine)

his smile is a little scary to those who don't know that he's a big sharky sweetheart

Fundy

sometimes can be found sleeping in a tree

screams at the most inappropriate times

when he was younger, Wilbur would sometimes catch his son up late at night climbing stuff

hates loud noises because of sensitive ears

foxes are born deaf and blind, which worried Wil until about two weeks after he was born when he finally opened his eyes and started responding to sounds

Phil

Techno will find him preening occasionally

if precious ores or shiny things in general go missing, stop by Phil's first and ask him about it; if it's not him, then it's probably one of his crows that stole it

Ranboo

sometimes will just go outside and stand in grass, staring into the distance

Skeppy

cool to the touch

uses a diamond file to dull his own sharp edges

it doesn't hurt when a small part of him chips off

cannot be hurt by anything less than a diamond tool, which is kind of useless considering everyone has netherite but anyway

Slimesicle

Jello boy :D

Techno

will snort at random times and he hates it

did you know pigs can't sweat and can handle cold temperatures? so imagine him training with Phil and Phil is dying and shedding layers while Techno is absolutely fine

because he can't sweat, Techno has to roll in dirt or something to cool down fksdgj

Phil: what are you doing..?

Techno, covered in dirt after training: nothing

Pigs can run a mile in seven minutes but have shit eyesight so glasses Techno can be absolutely canon

lmao the rest of him is super fit but everything further than two feet from him is blurry

baby pigs are so small but get twice as big in a week, now I'm just imagining chonky baby Techno holy shit help

Tubbo

everyone who says Tubbo headbutts as a sign of affection is absolutely right, I love it

will bleat whenever something mildly inconveniences him

will also bleat when he means to swear (ie: "you motherbleat")

#rp #dsmp #dream smp #awesamdude #badboyhalo #captain puffy #foolish gamers #fundy dsmp #philza dsmp #ranboo dsmp #skeppy #slimecicle #technoblade #tubbo dsmp

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shameonmeeguiltypleasure · 2 years

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Saw a post about how Game Night at the Bridgertons would be a war zone while their spouses are trying to deescalate the situation to just eating popcorn and enjoying the show- so what might happen when Gareth and Lucy are invited (meaning no one has learned that Game Night is a bad no good idea).

My guess is that Lucy had long since been exposed to the Bridgerton bloodthirst, so she has it covered. Gareth? No clue. He may have heard the rumors and just a bit morbidly curious.

So this or Game Of Thrones AU (Bridgertons are the Starks or Tyrells?)

Challenge accepted: I’m drunk so please ignore the spelling mistakes. I think I met the brief. Lmao. I do like your Game of Thrones au idea, but I think sober me will do it more justice if ever she has the time. So this is Gareth’s first time at ‘GAME NIGHT’ with the Bridgertons.

Gareth wasn’t sure what to expect. In truth, he’d not been at all worried until Lucy – oddly calm, incredibly patient LUCY, of all people – lowly whispered by his side a very ominous “And so it begins…..”

“So what begins?” Gareth couldn’t help but ask.

But his question was left ignored in favour of the very serious and stern opening speech Anthony felt the need to give.

“Ahem, now that we are all present, I do believe the first game of the night is to be…..”

Gareth was startled by the sudden drumroll Colin gave from his place beside his wife Penelope. He watched with slow creeping trepidation as Anthony fished through a hat and picked out a folded piece of paper. Gareth had turned to Hyacinth, intending to make a joke about the intensity of the entire gathering only to jump at her sudden war cry.

“CHEATER!!” Hyacinth was already screaming.

Kate, Anthony’s wife, let out a loud snort before waving her hand dismissively.

“I’m sure you’re right, but at least let him name the game before we start the accusations.” She said.

Anthony glared at his wife with exaggerated insult and huffed.

“Have you already forgotten that we are supposed to be a team, dearest?” Anthony scowled.

“What!? When was this decided!? In fact, who on earth agreed to that!?” Eloise shouted from where she’d been lazily lounging with her husband Phillip. Phillip was far more interested in the book in his lap titled ‘Gathering Moss’ looking utterly absent in mind to the ongoings around him.

“I would never,” Daphne piped from where she sipped at her juice by her bleary-looking Husband, Simon Hastings. In fact, Gareth thought the couple looked rather flushed – both incredibly red in the face and out of sorts – almost dazed.

“Oh, gods, who among us is responsible for spiking the juice!!” Eloise exclaimed.

It was no secret that Daphne was a lightweight, and her siblings – so long as it benefitted them – were never ashamed to take advantage of it from time to time. Simon, on the other hand, always made it a point to pre-game with a mighty amount of drinks before Bridgerton game night.

“Suspicious isn’t it, the fact that you are the one making accusations after the sabotage you organised last time…..” Colin casually shrugged. The third-born Bridgerton had yet to forgive the fifth-born for spiking his beloved wife Penelope’s pudding with extreme amounts of rum. It had been a memorable night for sure, which resulted in the birth of their second child, but still…. The sabotage was unforgettable.

Eloise turned to her charmer of a brother with a glare but was saved from speaking a word with Benedict’s aiding hand.

“If we are casting suspicions then what is to stop us from suspecting you, brother? Did you not swap the dice for a rigged set two years before?” Benedict hummed as he lazily twirled a finger around a lock of his wife – who was happily snacking on freshly popped popcorn with a grin – Sophie’s hair.

“Is no one going to let Anthony name the game so we may start?” Francesca sighed.

“Oh, hush you, as if any of us are blind to the fact Michael suspiciously disappeared earlier during dinner only to return 15 minutes later,” Kate directed.

“I went to the bathroom, dessert was rather disagreeable with me, unfortunately, “ Michael piped with an innocent shrug.

“And are we to take your word for it?” Penelope added with a sickly sweet grin that did nothing to hide the sharply pointed tone of her words.

“My God, are we not going to start!?” Gregory whined with a sulky huff.

“So eager to lose, little brother,” Benedict couldn’t help but mock.

“HAH! I have Lucy this year, of course, we’re guaranteed to win. Unlike the rest of you, we have the advantage, right babe?” Gregory boasted with a self-assured grin before quickly pressing a kiss to Lucy’s head. To Lucy’s credit, she only sighed at his antics and motioned for Sophie to share her popcorn. Sophie snickered as she did so with eager relish.

“Is this….. normal for all of you?” Gareth warily inquired.

But the Bridgerton siblings were far too busy accusing one another – using past schemes and manipulations as justifiable reasons for their suspicions – to even hear Gareth’s wary question.

He was surprised by the heavy hand that clapped his shoulder, and the sudden comforting weight of another’s arm looping through his own.

“Hyacinth wouldn’t have brought you tonight if she didn’t think you could survive their nonsense,” Simon roughly grumbled.

Gareth tried not to crinkle his nose at the wafting smell of whiskey on his breath.

“The only reason blood is never shed is that Violet would have all eight of their heads displayed in a rather gory exhibition….. all done with love, I assure you,” Sophie teasingly whispered by his side.

Gareth very suddenly felt a cold shiver scramble down his spine, but he couldn’t be sure if it was out of dread or something else.

“You grow used to it of course, for some, it takes years and others well…..” Penelope helpfully added.

“For some the saying ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ comes to mind......” Phillips distractedly added.

Gareth looked across the room to where Kate remained behind her husband while he passionately argued with his siblings. He couldn’t help but liken her to a lioness or something feline enjoying the chaos playing out before her. Or perhaps something like an Egyptian Goddess entertained by the insanity of her followers.

“We’d be liars if we claimed not to be curious as to which category you might fall under…..” Michael snickered.

Gareth swallowed and cast a hasty glance towards the passionately riled Hyacinth accusing Gregory of something he couldn’t be sure of. He could feel the assessing eyes of the Bridgerton’s significant others on his person, so full of curiosity. This truly was madness.

Gareth had never considered himself the romantic sort, but that’s exactly what Hyacinth inspired in him. For her, there was nothing he wasn’t willing to face or accomplish. There were no challenges he’d refuse, no overwhelming insanity he wouldn’t suffer so long as she could be happy. He loved her just as fiercely as the sun loved the moon to spend eternity in a chase, never guaranteeing their next meeting – never promising forever, yet attempting it anyway.

He loved her, more than he’s ever loved anything in his life and so…… for her, he could brave this.

For Hyacinth, he would ensure her victory.

Gareth snapped out of his musings due to the loudly given groan from across the room and the despairing sighs that followed.

“Damn it, he’s committed!” Anthony suddenly exclaimed.

What?

Gareth suddenly found his arms full of a very excited Hyacinth who dragged him into a passionate kiss before all her siblings and their spouses.

“Hyacinth!” Anthony snarled with a warning only to be hushed by a pointed kick to his shin delivered by his wife.

“I knew you’d win them over!!” Hyacinth exclaimed as she pulled away.

What?

Hyacinth then turned to her siblings looking smug and obnoxiously pleased.

“Now pay up, all of you!!” Hyacinth expectantly ordered.

The Bridgertons erupted into another round of nonsensical squabbling, but Gareth was too busy trying to make sense of what exactly had just happened. The return of a heavy hand on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts and he turned to find Phillip by his side looking sympathetic and understanding.

“Don’t take insult to it, it’s just how they are….. at least you weren’t forced to battle all four brothers in the ring,” Phillips sighed before going back to his seat and returning to his book.

What?

Sophie snorted and threw some popcorn in the air and expertly catching it with her mouth.

“To be fair, I met them while in jail.”

What?

“Fran was married to my cousin,” Michael shrugged.

As if she could read the chaotic state of his mind, Lucy – oddly calm, incredibly patient Lucy – warmly patted his arm with a reassuring smile.

“You’re ok,” she said.

Gareth hadn’t realised until that moment the complicated whirl of emotions he was feeling. He could barely make sense of where his mind lingered or more specifically his temper. In some ways, he felt he was made a fool – invited to a ‘game night’ only to be tested for his devotion to Hyacinth – But…..

Hyacinth was laughing, a grin permanently painted on her lips as she wrestled with Gregory for a piece from a game box. She was beaming with complete joy, alive in so many ways he craved to be touched by.

“I’m ok,” he repeated out loud, and it was true.

The Bridgerton’s were viscously competitive, and incredibly sore losers to the point of sabotage and murder, but….. Gareth could survive it all so long as it meant Hyacinth would remain his.

He loved her.

He chose her.

But most importantly….. out of everyone in the world….. Hyacinth Bridgerton chose him.

And that was the greatest victory of all.

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moondal514 · 4 months

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aftg mixtape fic for the wip game????

WIP Game

Hi Róisín! Thanks for the ask <3

Yeah so my og draft for AFTG Mixtape was gonna be a mafia au of sorts (so canon but no exy lmao) but I had so much fun writing the pre-canon bits that what I ended up writing turned into a canon-compliant Aaron character study instead.

Basically the twinyards get estranged during college because Andrew gets involved in the mafia for Neil and Kevin reasons and Aaron gets involved with Katelyn. Both of them feel like the other is breaking the deal, but unlike canon they don’t talk about it and after they graduate they go their separate ways and don’t talk to each other for the duration of Aaron going to med school (except Andrew paid for Aaron’s med school tuition).

Except at some point Andrew starts breaking into Aaron’s apartment or office where he works every time he’s injured. And that becomes a thing, weird twinyard bonding via Aaron giving Andrew medical treatment. Aaron is lowkey glad Andrew does this cuz it’s the only way he knows he’s alive but he’s also kind of upset that he can’t have a normal relationship with his brother. Things come to head when Andrew gets hurt badly enough that he can’t come to Aaron himself and Neil has to be the one to call Aaron. Then they have a big dramatic blowout involving crying and yelling but by the end of it they’re better off.

Anyways, here’s a snippet:

Katelyn greets Aaron when he gets home and he sinks into her arms with a sigh. Her scent is a familiar comfort. He breathes it in and feels himself relax. She leads him to the table where she’s already arranged the Chinese take-out she picked up on her way home from the only place still open at midnight. It’s some ungodly hour of the morning but neither of them have eaten dinner. They both load up their plates and start eating.

He asks about her hospital shift. She tells him about it, the well-trodden path of routine small talk. He smiles watching Katelyn speak, impassioned about the frustrating antics of a co-worker and a difficult patient.

She asks him about his day. He tells her the mundane bits. The excitable children, and the annoying parents. Paperwork, so much paperwork, and insurance companies. Anything to talk around the elephant with his face.

When Aaron run out of words, he stops talking and stares at his plate, pushing around the bok choy he didn’t eat with his fork.

Katelyn takes his other hand. She waits for him. She has always been the only person willing to wait for him. He shouldn’t burden her with this.

He blurt out, “I saw Andrew today.” Katelyn’s hand tightens around his. He regrets saying anything.

“How is he?” she asks. Her voice is tentative. Aaron is not surprised. She doesn’t exactly have the best history with his brother.

“Same as always. He was fine, for the most part. He just needed a bandaid.” Aaron snorts and shake his head.

He doesn’t hide anything from Katelyn. She knows about as much of what Andrew does as Aaron, which is not much at all. Simply that it is dangerous and shady and thinking about it too long makes Aaron want to punch a wall.

“I just wish—“

Wish I had a normal brother. A brother that calls me regularly instead of breaking into my office. A brother I can invite over for dinner, tell people about, see and text whenever I want, celebrate holidays with—

A brother that wants me.

Aaron can’t say it out loud.

Katelyn draws Aaron into a hug. He buries his face into her shoulder. She leads him to their shared room, gently bullying him through the motions of getting ready to sleep. She curls around him in bed and Aaron lets the comfort of her presence sooth him into oblivion.

#ask tag #jaywalkers #fic wip #moonie writes #aftg

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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Magnificently cursed

Part 2, follow up to: Right to the bone || Masterlist || AO3

pairing: Eddie Munson x Adopter! Hopper Female Reader

wc: 14K

warnings: cursing, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, post S4, eddie munson lives tyvm, all around healing

A/N: I like using adopted readers so that any race/size/characteristic can be interchanged – also I have last name to use lmao - I do have one tiny bit of dialogue that’s important to the relationship for hopper x reader that’s a little OC tbh. I’m sticking to x reader because that’s all I have in mind for her but absolutely feel free to disregard it if it throws you off.

“Oh, look,” Karen Wheeler said, pointing at an old manicure set that you and Nancy religiously used in middle school. Her eyes softened, the corners looking misty. “You two would be in the basement, giggling and dancing around to that awful music.”

Nancy had insisted that you stay with her while you were in Hawkins. Steve argued the same – Dustin jumping in for additional chaos – and you ended up promising to split your week between the two of them. You’d assured everyone that after you found your sister, you’d stay wherever they wanted.

“Mom!” Nancy protested. “That was good music.”

“Yeah,” you said, bumping your hip with hers. “Sure, it was.”

You were helping everyone pack up donations before you’d start your search for Joyce and El in earnest. While the earthquakes hadn’t been fatal, many were still affected. Steve helped you pack the box into his car and Robin slumped over onto the bumper. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

“Again, you saw me like four months ago!”

“Yeah, that’s four months too long – we’re best friends! Best friends see each other, like daily,” she huffed.

Steve and you rolled your eyes together. “I would happily have you stay over again,” you said, bumping her shoulder with your own.

“You look different, even before you went to see loverboy,” Robin noted, “you look more…you.”

Steve slumped next to you, his fingers coming up to your forearm, and you smiled. Everyone was skirting around you with fleeting touches, like they were afraid you’d disappear if they didn’t. “You look different,” Steve agreed, “better.”

“Are you saying I looked horrible before?” You were teasing but you knew what you’d looked like in November. Somedays it felt like she was still hiding in the shadows within you.

Mischievous smile in place, Steve huffed. “That’s exactly what I meant.”

The weather was a bit chillier than normal, as if Hawkins realized summer needed to wait a little longer. You raised your hand, fingers itching to tug at a strand of Steve’s hair, when a loud honk startled you all.

A pizza van pulled up at the end of the Wheeler’s driveway and you furrowed your brow. “Did anyone order pizza?” Steve asked, standing up, always protective.

Out from the van, stepped Mike.

“Mike?” Steve uttered, looking confused. Your eyes, however, were stuck on the girl whose hand was in Mike’s.

“El?” You called out, stepping out from behind Steve. “Eleven?”

Her eyes brightened, face betraying her surprise, and you didn’t know you were flying up the driveway until her body collided with yours painfully. “Oh my God, you’re okay,” you whispered, clutching her to you like she’d evaporate.

“Sister,” she mumbled, tears in her voice. “You’re here? In Hawkins?”

“Your hair,” you said, rubbing a palm over her buzzed head. What happened? Annoyed, you leaned back and pinched her arm.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t you ever, ever, disappear like that without telling me! Okay? You’re my responsibility! You are my little sister and superpowers or not I will ground you until you’re thirty if you ever do that again!”

“She kind of, uh, saved the world,” Mike added, a few steps behind her. You whirled your glare around to him and he shrank back. Dustin snorted and came up to hug him.

“Stay in your lane kid,” Robin said around a cough.

Turning back to El, you saw the tears fall down her face, your threats completely falling short. “I missed you,” she said, tucking herself into your arms. “I missed you a lot.”

“Me too,” you crumbled, the weight of the last few days finally crashing into you and the reality of having her in your arms caught up to you.

“Crying?” She said, leaning back to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“What isn’t wrong?” You sighed, then, you caught sight of Will. “Holy shit, you’re all here. Where’s Joyce?”

Will, not needing more than a little encouragement, jogged into your arms. “It’s a long story.”

“I’m sure it is, Will the Wise,” you said, kissing his temple. “I’m so happy you’re okay.”

Sinking into the group hug that Mike and Dustin joined in on, you grinned, your heart jumping at the fact that your little family was back together. Glancing over at Nancy, you caught someone else’s eyes.

“Jonathan Byers,” you said, breaking away from everyone else.

He untangled himself from Nancy and shook his head. “Hopper.”

You both blinked at each other before you threw yourself at him. Like always, he caught you. Twirling you midair, you felt tears build at the sight of your best friend.

While you’d become friends with everyone at their own pace – Robin and Dustin had to work a little hard to get you to admit the The King of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington was changed – the very first person to become your friend in Hawkins had been Jonathan Byers. He had been in every single one of your classes in middle school. He was quiet, kind, and let you play around with his new camera that his mom had gotten him.

He listened whenever you started having your panic attacks, he let you sleepover when your dad worked nights, and he never judged you for the time you’d spent crying over a mother you’d likely never see again. He’d been the one to call you every day for months while you sat miles away from each other. Eddie always used to say that he’d met you first but Jonathan had wiggled his way in faster.

Jonathan Byers had been the first person you’d trusted with your secrets, with your truth, and that would never change.

“I missed you shithead,” you said, tucking your face into his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, hand coming up to the back of your head, “are you?”

“I think so,” you sniffled, trying to reel in your emotions. “A lot has happened.”

“Yeah, it has. Nothing hot cocoa and some James can’t help us through?” He asked and the memory snuck up on you.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t want to tell your dad what happened?” Joyce asked, her warm hand rubbing comforting shapes into your back. “He’s going to find out eventually.”

“Not today,” you sniffled, wiping the tears from your face. “Is it – is it that noticeable?”

Carol, a stupidly pretty popular girl had managed to trip you before last period. Her entourage had laughed, giggling loudly, and you had been certain they’d broken your nose.

Nancy and Barb had come to your rescue, picking you up and ushering you off to the nurse’s office. She’d refused to let you go without a parent so when Barb had called Jonathan, who had been so mad he’d kicked a trash can over, he’d called his mom.

“It’s just swollen but it’ll be bruised tomorrow,” she fretted, telling Will to bring you another bag of frozen peas. “Does it hurt?”

“Not as much anymore,” you said, voice thick, “the painkillers are helping.”

“I had bullies too, you know,” she told you as Jonathan sat on your other side. His arm came around your shoulder protectively. “They were relentless.”

“Really?” Will said, looking up from where he sat by your feet, fresh ice pack in his hands.

“Yeah! There’s always girls and boys like that. But let me tell you guys something, they never have the last laugh. My mom always told me – for moments like these, there’s nothing hot cocoa and James Brown can’t fix.”

“Hot cocoa?” Will laughed, the sound filling the home. “Mom it’s hot outside!”

“We’ll put some ice in it!” She said, disappearing through the kitchen. “You know where the vinyl is!” When she didn’t hear the music, her head popped in from the door frame. “Jonathan!”

He laughed and walked over to the record player. With care, he dropped the vinyl into place and James Brown’s voice burst through the living room.

Get up offa that thing,

and dance 'till you feel better!

Will shot to his feet, familiar with the routine. Jonathan and Will bounced around the living room, singing along with the music. You rolled your eyes and let yourself be pulled to your feet. Soon, you were bumping your hip with Joyce’s and laughter spilled from your chocolate-stained lips.

“That song has healing powers,” you said, finally releasing him, “it’s still cold enough at night to make hot cocoa acceptable.”

“If not, we can just put some ice in it,” Jonathan said, smiling. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and squeezed your shoulder. “I thought you were never coming back here again?”

“Yeah, well,” you looked at your feet, scuffing your shoe into the gravel. “He had to go ahead and get hurt. Hawkins’ Hospital called me to let me know.”

“You’ve seen him?”

Nodding, your hand came up to the necklace. “Yeah, we’ve talked.”

“And?” He asked, ducking to try and catch your gaze. While it’d taken a while for Jonathan to warm up to Eddie, after four years – you’d all been a misfit group of friends. You knew they still talked often, despite him denying it, Jonathan was always a bad liar. Even through the hundreds of miles and a phone you could always tell.

“And, I don’t know,” you shrugged, “we’ll see.”

Jonathan whistled. “That’s a huge step up from ‘I don’t care if he falls into a lake and drowns.’ You’ve really matured in college.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, pinching his arm.

“Still aggressive I see,” he groaned, rubbing the reddening skin.

Rolling your eyes, you tucked your arm through his and sighed. “You saw me three months ago at Christmas.”

“Yeah, and you were aggressive then too.”

Snorting, you watched everyone pile their donations into Steve’s car and make plans to catch up later. “Shut up, Byers.”

“We actually have to talk,” Jonathan said, motioning for you to follow him into the van. At the look you give it, he sighed. “It’s a long story, just – hop in for a second.”

You climbed in after him and settled in the backseat. The van smelled faintly of sweat and blood but you tried not to question things after everything you’d seen.

“Have you talked to someone named Agent Stinson?” Jonathan asked, eyes on the kids outside. Keeping El within sight, you shifted and shook your head.

“She helped clear Eddie’s name, that’s all I know.”

Jonathan sighed. “It’s been a really, really complicated last few days. She reached out to me, after we started making our way here. She told me that everything was going to be rocky for a little while. That the government was in some type of disagreement.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, not understanding.

“I don’t know but, Hop, she told me to keep El safe. That they’d send reinforcements soon but we needed to make sure she was hidden.” Jonathan’s tone struck you and El’s eyes caught yours. The memory swam up without much need and you remembered the first time your dad had found her. She was so small and scared of him but she’d taken to you almost immediately.

“We’re a family now, we all take care of each other.”

You were her guardian and you wouldn’t let her or your dad down. “Okay,” you said, more to yourself, “where do we hide her? My campus is pretty small and my apartment is pretty much in the middle of nowhere.”

“Don’t you think that’s where they’ll look for her first? With the daughter of the man that hide her?”

Shit. He was right – you’d need to move soon if you wanted to keep her safe.

“Don’t you think the Chief would be upset if you dropped out of school?”

“What other choice do I have?” You said, meaning it. “I can go back any time. I don’t have another sister. They can’t take her too. They’ve taken enough.”

“Hey,” Jonathan said, leaning over to grab your hand when your voice shook. “You’re not alone. The only benefit of this town? You’ve got a lot of help to pick from.”

“This cursed town,” you said, rubbing a hand down your face. “Alright. Let’s see what everyone else thinks.”

“It’s not bad,” Nancy said tentatively. You turned your wide-eyed gaze to her and she winced. “Come on, I’ve seen Mike’s room look worse.”

“Hey!”

You suppressed a smile, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. The cabin was…in rough shape. Almost sure that the last time you’d seen it was in the review mirror as you sped away from it and towards a general store you’d eventually break into.

After everything that had happened that night, returning to this cabin had been your last priority. El and you had gone through it to pick up what little was undamaged – she’d always loved your dad’s flannels and you’d managed to find his favorite watch. A sunbeam blinded you momentarily, the massive hole in the roof serving as an unintended rustic skylight.

“I don’t know about this,” you said to a skeptical looking Will.

He sighed and looked around the corner. “It was worse in my memory,” he admitted. You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him to you.

“I missed you,” you told him, “I don’t like living so far away from you.”

Will ducked his head, still reminding you of a puppy – ever loveable and something you wanted to protect. “Me neither, it sucks.”

“California must be nice though, make any new friends since Christmas?” You asked, nodding to Jonathan when he pointed towards the door. Nancy shot you a look and you waved her off.

A pointed silence answered the question for you and you turned to look at El. She shifted her face but you’d seen the look she was shooting Will.

“Eleven Hopper!” You called out, feeling silly for being worried about people bullying your sister when her life was still on the line but – that’s what family did. Worried about everything. She pretended not to hear you and grabbed a garbage bag. Following her into what used to be her room, you noticed that it didn’t actually look too bad.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, “it doesn’t matter now anyway.”

You shot her a look and she shot you one back. “Eleven.”

“Did you see Eddie?” She asked, switching the subject innocently. The murmuring outside stopped and you knew those two were snooping. By the wide grin on El’s face – she knew it too. With a shake of her head, she threw out her hand and the door closed. You both glanced at it and you knew she was thinking the same.

With almost a reluctance, she opened it back up. “Three inches,” you muttered, remembering how he’d glare at Eddie and Mike.

“You kissed a lot,” El said, as if she hadn’t been doing the same thing. “Did you see him? Dustin said he was hurt.”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting on the dusty mattress and looking down at your hands. “I saw him.”

The bed dipped with El’s weight as she settled next to you. “Still hurts a lot?” She asked softly, her hands settling on your fidgeting ones. Her warmth sunk into your skin, making you feel like you were a cat curling up in a sunbeam.

Habit had you nodding but you stilled midway through. Had him pushing you away hurt? Yeah. It had. Had you tried your best to not love him anymore? Every day since you drove past the Hawkins’ sorry to see you go! sign. Had it worked? No.

There was something knotted inside you, something messy that you’d been avoiding. It wasn’t an open wound, it wasn’t healed, but it’d stopped feeling like you needed morphine to deal with it. As much as you loathed to admit it – Jonathan had been right.

“I know it hurts,” Jonathan said, arms around you tightening. Nancy placed a mug of tea at the table in front of you and settled into your other side. Her hands came up to your back, soothing and comforting.

“He said he heard me tell Steve that I was considering dropping out,” you sniffled, “he didn’t even let me explain.”

At the silence, you glanced up and saw Jonathan shoot Nancy a look.

“What?” You asked, annoyed.

“Nothing,” Nancy said quickly.

Knowing he was easier to break, you turned your swollen, miserable eyes towards Jonathan. He frowned, eyes not even meeting yours, and Nancy sighed. “I think how he did it was stupid. I’m not taking his side, but…”

“But?” You asked, a little indignant.

“But!” Jonathan squeezed your shoulder. “He’s not entirely wrong. I know you’re grieving; I know that. But…putting off college forever?”

“Some people do it!”

Nancy nodded emphatically, supporting you while shooting Jonathan a withering glare. “Yeah, but are you one of those?” Jonathan asked, his voice quiet but landing sharply. “You have a right to deal with this however you want, but both of you were in over your heads. I think…if you’re not going to college you should come with us to California.”

Before you could interject with all the indignance you could muster, he put his hand up to stop you.

“When Will was missing, what did you tell me?”

Deflating, you dropped your eyes to the steaming mug on the table. “I told you not isolate yourself. That I had your back.”

“We’re family,” Jonathan said, surprising you with the ferocity in his tone – as if he was daring you to object. “You’re my family and you are drowning here. I cannot leave knowing that you’ll be alone.”

“I wouldn’t have been alone! I would’ve had him!”

“Don’t you think that’s a lot to ask of just one person?” Jonathan asked gently. “He doesn’t know what’s going on, what really happened. Eddie would jump in front of a bullet for you, anyone can see that. But…you don’t want to tell him the truth.”

Shame trickled down your back. “No. He doesn’t – I don’t want to put a target on his back. He already has enough to deal with. My dad…he said…no.”

“Okay,” Nancy said, “that’s okay.”

“Eddie would run himself to the ground if it meant your happiness,” Jonathan said softly, “but what we’ve been through – what you’re going through – you need more than just him. I don’t want your happiness to fall solely on his shoulders. California is sunny…it’s got beaches…”

You squared your shoulders. “Well, I don’t have him anymore, do I? He’s decided for the both of us that I’m not worth the trouble.”

They shared a pointed glance but you felt your resolve cement itself in place. He didn’t want you here? Fine. You’d leave because what had this town brought you but heartbreak? You’d never be able to go anywhere without seeing the ghosts of the people you loved. Echoes of memory that would haunt you forever. At least with Hawkins, you would be the one leaving.

“Still hurts, not a lot,” you mumbled, “it’s complicated.”

El nodded, like she understood, and it made you smile. “Do you want to be with him?”

“I don’t know,” you said, not wanting to deal with the repercussions of either answer to that question. Either way, you’d both need to talk and you weren’t ready. Not yet. “It hurts to look at him. He’s not a ghost – like everyone else.”

“He loves you.”

You shrugged. “He says he does.”

“Not a question,” El said, smile small, “not opinion, fact. Eddie loves you.”

Heart skipping, you bit down on your cheek and nodded. “Yeah, I think he does.”

“He’s your best friend?”

Eyes stinging, you picked at a loose thread the corner of the mattress. “One of them, yes.”

“That hurts more?”

“Yeah.”

“Needs more time?” She asked, looking like she understood more than you did.

You brought her into your arms, needing the closeness. “I think so.”

“He’ll wait.”

Saved from having to answer, you realized something. “Do you hear a car?”

El stood, walking out to the window and shaking her head. “I don’t see anything.” The sound of slamming car doors had you standing immediately. You darted over to the window and cursed. They must’ve parked by the side.

Straining to hear what was going on, you made to walk over to the door. El’s grip on your wrist stopped you. “We can’t just sit here,” you whispered, noticing that everyone had gone quiet. Surely if something bad had happened, someone would’ve yelled? Not if they were all unconscious, your mind supplied helpfully. Jesus, you’d been here less than forty-eight hours and this town had you paranoid again.

“Nowhere to go,” she whispered, fingers squeezing your tightly. “I’ll protect you.”

Affection and protectiveness surged in you and you shook your head. “Stay behind me, I don’t want you to be the first thing they see,” you said, pulling a pocket knife from your waistband. A habit you’d picked up again from the moment you crossed the town line.

“Ready?” You asked. El nodded, hand raising, and you listened as heavy footsteps echoed towards you.

When you were in high school, Julia Young had beaten you for valedictorian by half a point. Something you were still a little petty about to this day. Suffice to say, you were smart. You were a good study and an avid reader. Having read thousands of books at this point in your lifetime, you were no stranger to the description of being so stunned, the world stopped spinning. A gross exaggeration, you’d always thought, at this point – nothing had the ability to stun you into immobility. You’d learned to be light and fast on your feet. Being still was asking for trouble.

As the door opened and El pushed past you, flinging herself into your father’s arms, you finally understood what they were talking about. The earth paused in its rotation; time ceased to exist as you heard the knife in your hand clatter to the floor. Your skin felt like it was aflame and every nerve in your body fought the urge to run. It’d been your basic instinct when facing the unknown – flight.

“Hey squirt,” the apparition said, tears in his eyes.

“Sister?” Eleven called out, stepping towards you. Adrenaline kicking in, you felt black spots dance in your vision and you backed away. Feeling like cornered animal, your hackles rose and you wanted to bare your teeth. In the absence of an escape, fight instincts kicked in.

The ghost standing in front of you held out a hand towards a confused looking El and stepped slowly towards you. “I know, sweetheart, I know. It’s me, I promise,” he said, hands up.

Your therapist’s voice echoed her advice. Repeat your mantra when you aren’t sure what’s real and what isn’t. Remember your mantras. “My dad is dead. Sara is dead. My mom is gone.” You said to yourself, pinching your skin. “My sister is in California. The gate is closed. We are safe.” Chest heaving, your breath came in strangling short pants. Your mind couldn’t comprehend how both the man and these facts could exist in the same room.

The moment you saw his heartbreak in his eyes, the worried wrinkle that was unique to Jim Hopper, one you’d seen on his face your whole life, something inside you cracked.

“You hated it when I called you squirt,” he said, knowing that you needed a moment, “Sara gave you that bracelet the day she was transferred into the intensive care unit. Saturday mornings are for cartoons and cereal in bed. Sunday nights are for pizza and dance parties. On your first day of high school, I asked you if you wanted me to drive you in and you looked horrified and told me-”

“-they’re going to think I’m a narc, please don’t even look at me when we’re in public,” you finished for him, faintly feeling embarrassed by teenage you. With reluctance, at a snail’s pace, you stretched a trembling finger towards his offered palm. The moment you touched, his face smoothed like you were a balm over a wound, and everything within you crumbled.

The shock dulled down to a manageable level, your survival’s mode shutting down, and you heaved out an earth-shattering sob. “Dad?” You said, feeling like a little girl running through piles of crunchy leaves in New York, laughing as he chased you around the park.

You watched the hesitance around him disappear and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. Body wracking sobs shook you as your fingers clutched at him, like he’d disappear at any moment. How was this possible? How was he alive? He rocked you both, like you were that little girl again and he was what stood between you and the world. You tucked your face into his shoulder and inhaled desperately for air around your tears. The smell of cigarettes, laundry detergent, and wood flooded your senses. A feeling of complete and utter safety – one that had been ripped away from you, almost brutally - slammed back into place like it was a rubber band returning to its previous shape.

“I missed you squirt,” he said, hand cupping the back of your head. “I’m sorry for doing that to you. I’m so sorry.”

Tears burned your eyes and you leaned back enough to see El hovering tentatively, her own eyes watery. You opened your arm and she all but crashed into you both. “Oof,” he grunted, smile widening, “you two are too old to be climbing over me like this. My bones are not what they were you know.”

“You’re so…skinny,” you said, a little dismayed.

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound bringing a fresh round of tears to your eyes. You wanted to bottle it and hoard it forever. You never thought you’d hear that sound again, not in this lifetime.

“Don’t worry, a few weeks back in the U.S. will get me fattened up in no time,” he joked. Everything else may have changed but that glint in his eyes hadn’t dulled. Eleven’s hand came up to cradle his cheek and he squeezed both your hands. “My girls.”

“Dad,” El breathed, looking at you and you knew she was processing it also. “How?”

“It’s a long story,” he said, “I’m realizing you two might have one for me too.”

“Yeah,” you said, straightening. “Are you alone?”

His eyes lit up and you looked over his shoulder to see a beaming Joyce. El jumped up and sped across the doorframe towards her. You waved, her familiar smile warming you. A small nudge to your shoulder moved you forward. “It’s okay, I won’t disappear,” he said, releasing your hand. Bone deep fear had you scrambling for his arm, clinging to it like a life raft. His eyes went round with a mixture of sadness and reassurance. “I’m sorry I did that to you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, knowing that without needing any explanation. He would’ve never voluntarily left either of you. Not in any lifetime or dimension. “I may be a little different than when you last saw me. I – a lot has changed.”

Your dad smiled, his arm coming around your shoulder and squeezing you tightly. “Me too but that’s okay.”

“Yeah?” You ducked your head, not wanting to show how deeply that reassurance had affected you. Isn’t that what you’d been searching for? Someone to tell you that it was all going to be okay?

“I’m still your father. You’re still my daughter. That’s all we need to know right?”

Eyes going up to his, you rested your chin on his chest and smiled sadly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too squirt,” he kissed the top of your head and rested his cheek there. “Deep breaths. Count to ten.”

“Then let go,” you whispered.

You couldn’t sleep.

Which…wasn’t new. The tall order of grief, anxiety, and panic had come with a side order of insomnia for you. It came and went in waves; you’d learned to accept it – knowing usually that sleep would eventually call on you again.

Though, you knew this night you couldn’t necessarily blame yourself. Glancing at the sleeping lump in the bed next to yours, you thought you’d earned some grace in terms of your insomnia considering your dead father had come back from the grave.

Snorting at yourself, you sighed. To say it’d been a long day would’ve been an understatement. Your dad had refused to let anyone sleep in the condemned cabin, you’d gloated when Eleven rolled her eyes, and suggested a motel. So, you’d all piled into two cars and driven to the outskirts of town. Renting two rooms, in a mostly abandoned looking hotel, and buying almost everything off their room service menu, you’d all started explaining your sides to the story.

You had truly seemed to have escaped the worst, in your bubble up on campus. Everyone had rushed to assuage your guilt, knowing you’d asked to be left alone out of necessity and not for lack of caring. The overwhelming wave of emotions had been kept at bay but something inside you had broken when you caught sight of your dad’s scars.

“They don’t hurt,” he said, hand coming up to cradle your cheek. “I’m okay, kiddo. Really.”

“I’m not,” you told him, honestly.

His face twisted into something understanding and you relished in the fact that you’d gotten that back. Someone who understood you without needing any words.

The reason, however, as to why you couldn’t sleep this particular night was something you couldn’t have seen coming.

Your father was alive. Your sister was protected. The gate was closed. You were safe. Trying to ignore it again, you closed your eyes and tried to count down from a hundred.

This was absolutely ridiculous, you told yourself, snapping your eyes open after you’d reached thirty-two.

Eleven shifted next to you in the bed, the blankets pulled up to her ears. Your father’s snores, which at first had incredibly comforting to hear since not a week ago you would have traded your soul to be able to hear them again, had grown annoying very quickly. They’d never bothered you before – but you’d also always had a door between them and you.

But that wasn’t what was stopping you.

Throughout the four years you’d spent together with Eddie, the last two and half had consisted of both of you sleeping over each other’s homes. Wayne and your dad had worked a lot of nights, despite the latter’s disapproval, there wasn’t much aside from a cross country move that would keep you two apart. Two people in love the way you had been, it was almost impossible.

In the summer after your dad had died, with your cabin and home destroyed, El had gone to live with the Byers and you’d alternated your time between Joyce’s house and Eddie’s trailer. One could say, you’d gotten very, very used to sleeping with a stupidly tattooed arm wrapped around your waist.

The first month at college had been the hardest. You’d barely slept in the silence or solitude. In the Byers’ home you could always hear someone snoring, mumbling, playing music, or El’s drowsy huffs on your arm. In the trailer park, aside from Eddie’s sleep mumbling, his neighbors were nocturnal and their noise eventually became what lulled you to sleep.

In a small college campus apartment, one you had to yourself, with quiet and courteous neighbors, you had silence and an empty bed.

Like most things, you’d gotten used to it. And now, on day two hundred and twenty of having had adjusted to being alone, you were going to go insane. You were so tired. The emotional rollercoaster that you’d been through was enough to fry your brain into next year. It had been too much for your body and you needed to sleep before you cracked.

For some god forsaken reason, it seemed like your body had reawakened and knew that stupid tattooed arm was within driving distance. It was like you were an addict and someone had dropped a glass of scotch in front of you, your fingers couldn’t help but twitch towards it. You’d been in town for three days now and hadn’t been back to visit him.

As the shock passed, it was getting easier not to panic when your dad wasn’t in your immediate line of vision. You felt like a toddler, stumbling two steps behind your him, fingers constantly reaching out for reassurance. El had taken it all in stride and you tried not to be jealous, how quickly she’d accepted her new normal. Your dad hadn’t minded, he told you, he knew – like he always did.

Part of you was afraid that all this been a fever dream. Another part of you was scared because you knew you could only avoid the conversation with Eddie for so long. You were worried though, worried that there was too much between you that it’d be impossible to move on from. Despite your dad’s recent resurrection, you had been irrevocably changed. You were marked. There would always be a before and an after.

Before your dad died. After he died. Before mom left, after mom left. Before El, after El. Before Hawkins, after Hawkins. Before Eddie broke your heart, after Eddie broke your heart. You had previously been unmoved in the face of the turmoil but now – there was a you before and you after. What if the you after needed to continue with this new life? What if you owed it to the new you to keep the past in the past? She hadn’t clawed her way up to the surface only to be dragged down into the waters again.

It was exhausting.

After you glanced at the clock for the seventh hundred time, the 3:13AM mocking you, you heaved yourself up. Both deep sleepers barely noticed and you grabbed your keys. Slipping a sweater over your head and your feet into shoes, you hastily wrote a note just in case and snuck out into the hallway.

“This is so stupid,” you mumbled to yourself. And yet, you still slid into your car and drove your way to the hospital.

“Hi Ms. Hopper!” The nurse from the first night waved. You startled, realizing that she had remembered you. “Are you excited?”

“I’m sorry?”

The woman’s eyes brightened. “We just got the news today! Eddie should be able to go home in a few days. Some stitches got taken out and they all looks good.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” you said, actually meaning it.

“Go on, he’s been dozing in and out all night – you look ready to drop at any moment.”

You smiled and padded quietly into Eddie’s room. He was on his side, TV in the corner playing Mary Poppins. “Sadie, I promise I won’t get up again you don’t have to keep checking in on me.”

“Who’s Sadie?” You asked, leaning against the door frame.

Eddie surged up, startled, and winced. His hand came up to his stomach and he groaned. “You scared the shit out of me sweetheart. Sadie’s the nurse on shift tonight who threatened to snap my knee caps if she saw me wandering the halls again.”

Biting back a smile you nodded to the TV. “I thought you hated this movie.”

You expected him to tease you, make a crude remark, or pretend like it’d been the only thing on. Instead, he shrugged. “It’s one of your favorites.”

You reverently ignored the way your heart flipped at his admission.

“It was Sara’s favorite,” you said quietly, remembering your sister’s awed stare whenever the penguins would come on. “It reminds me of her.”

“I know,” he said, brown eyes meeting yours. “It reminds me of you. Sometimes it’s the only thing I can sleep to.”

The honesty on his expression cracked something within you. Another piece of stone fell from your defenses and you furrowed your brows. “You’re so confusing, you didn’t used to be,” you told him.

“I know,” he sighed, shifting onto his back, “I’m trying to get back to who I was.”

“Why?”

Eddie smiled sadly. “He was the one you loved. The one you wanted to stay for. The one worth something.”

“He was also the one who pushed me away,” you said quietly, ignoring the way his face fell, “I don’t think the new Eddie is so bad anyway.”

“Yeah?”

The admission struck you deeply, and you padded over to the seat by his bed. “Do you know why I’m here?”

“I’ve all but asked Sadie to handcuff me to the rail of this bed so I wouldn’t call and ask when you were coming to visit,” Eddie said, “so I don’t really care why, as long as you stay.”

You smiled hating how easy it was to be in his presence. How had you forgotten that being around him was so calming? It made you realize you’d been hiding this too – this longing for him that never really stopped.

“I had to learn to sleep without you,” you told him, eyes going down to his legs, “without all the noise and the people and everything. My apartment faces a row of residential houses so, there’s barely ever any noise. I haven’t…I’m not seeing anyone. It’s been just me, for the last eight months. I learned to sleep alone. I learned how to be alone again.”

“Yeah?” He said, closing his eyes. “I don’t think I ever learned how to be without you. I still can’t sleep on your side of the bed. Don’t think I can. That’s the curse of my life.”

“And it’s been approximately,” you checked your watch, “seventy-seven hours of me being back here, knowing you’re okay, and my body just won’t fucking shut down.”

“What?”

You ran a frustrated hand down your hair. “Eddie, I’ve been awake for most of those seventy hours. After my dad – oh, my dad-” You didn’t know if Eddie knew.

His expression turned soft and his eyes shot you a happy look. “Dustin told me. Even if I had the words, and half a brain to be able to say them, I wouldn’t be able to explain how happy I am for you. How did it go?”

“It’s been weirdly hard. I’m happy, obviously, but I…I’d been moving on and this somehow feels like a huge step sideways,” you waved a hand in the air, “all of this does.”

“I get that,” Eddie said, yawning.

“The point is,” you grumbled, “I’m so strung out, it’s like my mind won’t let me rest. I don’t know why my brain picked you again but it did. I just…I just need one night. Please. I’m so tired.” You were reaching a state of delirious that you’d only ever known during finals week.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know what you’re asking me,” he said, brows furrowing. “Whatever it is you need or want, you can have it.”

You swallowed your pride and tried to avoid his eyes. “Can I sleep here? With you?”

Eddie’s brows disappeared into his hair. “Like…sleep sleep or sleep-”

“Oh my God, Eddie!” Surprised laughter bubbled out of you. “Only you, I swear only you.”

“What? I’m sure we wouldn’t be the first ones to do it,” he huffed, tone letting you know he’d been joking.

A temporary lightness settled between you two, pushing the heavier stuff off for another day.

“I think, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I learned that I was capable of being out on my own but – now that I’m in the same place where you are, I don’t want to sleep on my own.” Admitting that left you feeling oddly vulnerable and you knew you’d blame it on your exhaustion if he asked.

Eddie’s face wasn’t critical, it seemed to grow fond, the way it used to when you asked him if he’d go on night drives with you. “Hop, you never have to ask,” Eddie said, offering out his hand. “You own every part of me, physical or otherwise. Take whatever you need.”

The breath in your chest froze and you didn’t know what to do with that answer. So, you turned slightly towards the door and motioned to the nurse’s station. “I can ask for the fold out bed.”

“Sweetheart, we’ve been apart – how many nights?”

“Two hundred and twenty,” you said, a little embarrassed.

Eddie smiled, his eyes glinting. “Don’t you think that’s long enough?” He scooted over to the left of his bed, clearing a spot for you. “Come on, I’ll let you be the little spoon. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

Awkwardly, you crawled into the bed – trying to avoid all his wires and any injuries. “I’m not made of glass, Hop, it’s okay.”

Tension settling in your shoulders, you turned your back to him and you could feel his hesitance. His bandaged hand came up to your waist and you fought back the bubbling memories.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said, his voice sounding strangled, “I don’t – this didn’t used to be so…”

“New?”

His eyes turned down, sadness flashing across them, and you sighed. You’d never be able to sleep if you didn’t try. You’d been the one to come down here. With a few careful movements, you shifted to your other side so you were face to face.

“Listen, if you want to be the big spoon I have no qualms,” Eddie joked and you knew it was his way of shielding himself. Keeping you at a distance in the same way you were. This whole week was giving you whiplash.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek, you traced a finger down his jaw, his stubble tickling you as you went. “Is this okay?” You asked, arms coming around his waist. Placing your head to his chest, you inhaled and the familiar scent of smoke and something sharp, calmed you almost instantly. It’d been so long since you felt yourself enveloped by it that your brain seemed to finally – finally! – shut down.

Eddie’s cheek came down to the top of your head and his arm pulled you tighter to him. “Yeah, this is okay sweetheart.”

Eyes slipping closed, Eddie’s heartbeat and Julie Andrews’ voice filtered into your unconsciousness.

“Speaking of weather, the other day when it was so cold, a friend of mine went to buy some long underwear. The shopkeeper said to him, ‘How long do you want it?’ And my friend said, ‘Well, from about September to March!”

You huffed a drowsy laugh – Sara had always found that funny. Her giggles would fill the room, eyes crinkled and hands clapping in delight. Eddie’s hand came up to your hair, fingers soothing the ache the memory left behind. “Sleep, Firecracker,” he whispered, “I got you.”

And so, for the first time in days, with more plot twists than you could’ve planned for, you fell asleep.

“I don’t like this one,” Hopper said, nose wrinkling in aversion. El groaned, leaning her weight onto Mike and you sighed.

“There’s only so many houses for rent in Hawkins,” you said, “what’s wrong with this one?”

Your dad sighed, like you were both disappointing him for not seeing what he saw. Narrowing your eyes you crossed your arms and stomped over to him. “What’s really going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, pretending to examine the roof.

“Jim Hopper.”

Amusement bled into his expression but he kept his serious composure. “I die for nine months and you forget not to talk back to your old dad?”

“I’m glad we’re at the joking stage of this traumatic event,” you said dryly. “What’s. Going. On.”

He sighed, like you had a knife to his throat, and waved an arm. “Do we even want to stay in Hawkins?” He asked.

“Well, we’re not buying anything, we can leave,” you added. “Why don’t you visit California?”

He immediately frowned. “I was actually thinking Wisconsin.”

“Why?” You made a face.

“Well, that’s where you’re going to be most of the time,” he said, as if it was obvious. You scoffed.

“You can’t actually believe I’m going back.”

You dad blinked before laughing deeply. El smiled, hiding her amusement behind her hand and you glared at her. “Kid, you’re funny,” he said sighing, wiping away an imaginary tear, “you’re going back if I have to tie you to the chair in every one of your classrooms.”

“Dad-”

“It’s not up for discussion.”

Exhaling frustratedly, you crossed your arms and glared at him. “I think you forgot that in your absence I became the one who made decisions for myself.”

Frowning, he glared back at you and Joyce’s bright voice echoed as she came down the stairs. “I think this one’s nice! It’s certainly got enough bedrooms and you know the broker will probably rent it out cheap since it’s you…what happened?” She sighed. “I was gone for five minutes!”

“Ask him,” you said waving a hand in your dad’s direction.

Joyce shot him a disappointed look. “Hop.”

“She’s being unreasonable. She thinks she’s staying with us instead of going back to school.”

“I can’t believe you think I can even be at school right now!” At the sound of your voice cracking, his glare softened. Not wanting to hear it, you walked past them and out into the street. The house had been at the outskirts of Hawkins, near the town line, and in a nice neighborhood.

Following the path up the driveway, you climbed into your car and sighed. What was with all the men in your life trying to make decisions for you? Did everyone think you were incompetent?

“Are you going to slug me if I get in the car?” He asked, voice startling you.

You shrugged. He opened the passenger door and settled in, hands sliding across the dashboard. “Byers did a good job with it. I always thought you’d like this old girl.”

“She does the job,” you said, not wanting to admit how this car had been one of the only things keeping you sane in the past year. “She’s stubborn when she wants to be though.”

He laughed, a soft, short one and you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ordered you around. I’m not…you’re a grown adult. The last few years has forced you to grow up faster than you needed to. You know what’s best for you and whatever that is, I support you.”

The words sounded suspiciously scripted and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. “Joyce help you with that?” You asked.

“I think if she could reach, she would’ve decked me,” he said.

At that, you laughed. Knowing Joyce, she probably would have. “I’m overwhelmed, Dad, I need…time to process. I’m still scared sometimes when I don’t have you both in my sight that you’ll be ripped away again. I need to adjust.”

“That’s fair,” he said, his hand engulfing yours. “Can we compromise?”

That sounded more like your dad. You bit your cheek to keep from smiling and raised a brow.

“You finish the semester out, we’ll rent some temporary housing up there with you, and then we figure out what we want to do after? You can take a year, we could travel, whatever you girls want. But, you’re almost at the end squirt, and if I know you as well as I do – you’re probably top of your class.”

You were, but you weren’t going to confirm that for him. The idea bounced around in your mind and you shook your head. “This house is nice and it feels like something you could settle in for a few months. El needs to be back with her friends and her family. This town might be cursed but it’s our curse now. She needs to adjust and I think we’ll be okay for the next two months.”

He eyed you, as if trying to assess if you were lying, and you rolled your eyes. “You were just a baby a few years ago, it feels like. Now you’re a grown woman, making decisions and taking charge.”

“It’s been more than a few years, Dad.”

He shook his head. “Come on then, if you like the house it’s good enough for me. We’ll call the broker. Joyce said she knew a place we could get some nice furniture.”

“Ah, Joyce said, huh?” You grinned when your dad avoided your eyes.

For the second night in a row, you found yourself at Eddie’s door. You could hear the sound of Mary Poppins again in the background, her song starting to wind down.

“I can hear you breathing,” his voice called out once it had ended.

Not wanting to reinforce the teasing, you hid your smile as you pushed the door open. “I am not a loud breather,” you said indignantly. His eyes twinkled and you stuck out your tongue at him.

“How’s the leg?” You asked when he didn’t speak, his eyes crawling over you like he was assuring himself you were really there.

He pulled himself up into seating position and you caught the wince he tried to cover up. “It’s fine, a lot easier to deal with compared to the stitches…everywhere.”

“I see Dustin’s been here,” you said, motioning towards the candy wrappers scattered on the left night table. “I thought you were on this strict diet until discharge?”

Eddie’s eyes went wide with an air of innocence that you didn’t believe for a second. “I don’t know what you mean. I’d never go against the rules, officer.”

Rolling your eyes, you padded over to the foot of his bed, hopping up onto it so you could lean against the railing. Eddie scooted over to the left so you’d have room to stretch your legs. “How’s the Chief?”

“Overwhelmed with the sudden attention,” you admitted, lacing your hands around your knee. “Seems when someone prolific dies and comes back to life it’s a big deal.”

“I understand that profoundly. People keep harassing Wayne for an interview. What’s he going to say? You all thought my nephew was a cult leader and a murderer? I think the hospital is the only thing keeping them at bay.”

“From my understanding, you’re a badass. You beat your monster from the upside down on your first run, none of us can say that,” you said, nudging his good leg with your foot.

Eddie smiled, his hand curling tentatively around your ankle. “I don’t know, you’ve always been badass to me.”

At your disbelieving scoff, Eddie shot you an insulted look. “Alright, alright,” you said with a laugh, “thanks, I guess.”

“Never did know how to take a compliment,” Eddie said after a beat.

The knot you’d been ignoring in your chest tightened at his tone. Breaking his gaze and turning to the window, the urge to turn and leave - before this cautious ease you had between you two fell apart - was strong.

Count to ten.

“I never actually heard your side of the story,” you said after you’d managed to control your flight instinct. “About what happened down there.”

Eddie’s eyes hadn’t strayed from you, in fact, like they usually did – the knowing gaze in them seemed to tell you he knew what you were doing. Feeling merciful, for once, he nodded. “It’s a long story,” he said, “and you owe me one too.”

You thought of Will when he barely reached your shoulder, of Dustin with his endearing gap tooth smile and Eleven – with her shaved head and big wide eyes. Flinching, you also remembered Jonathan as he threw himself over you when you’d tripped trying to shoot at the demogorgon in his house. How Steve had proven himself in your eyes when he all but cracked the baseball bat over its head. The panic you’d felt when the Russians had tied your hands together, punching Steve relentlessly as you screamed, pleading for his life.

You thought of Joyce. Her crumbling expression when Eleven asked her where your father was. How she had screamed, like it’d been ripped from her soul, and sobbed. How you went numb, like someone had plucked your soul right out of your body.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Eddie’s voice pulled you out of your spiral.

Blinking away your sister’s screams, you cleared your throat. “My story’s a bit long.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

Smiling, you glanced at his open expression and you nodded. “Yeah, okay.” As you recounted your nightmares, the last pieces of you that you’d kept hidden away from him, you felt something within you start to knit back together.

When you’d finished and Eddie had picked up where you’d left off, his wild expressions made you laugh. He’d wave his arms, told you in perfect detail how he’d had the most metal concert ever, and almost smacked you a few times. You wrung your hands together when he got to the part about the bats.

“I’ve spent my whole life running,” he said, earlier teasing tone fading.

Driven by habit, you placed your hand over his – touching him for the first time since you’d come in. “I told you. Anyone who’s new to all of this…. anyone would’ve run. I did. When you’ve got this big ass monster running after you, that’s scary, running is normal.”

“Still defending me huh?” Eddie asked, not really expecting an answer. His hand gripped yours tightly, like you’d snatch it away from him. He stared at the television, the movie long over, and sighed. “I ran from us. From you. And… when I heard them and looked up at Henderson – I thought of you.”

“Me?” Your bruised heart jumped into your throat. “Why?”

“Yeah,” he said, a strange expression taking over, “Wheeler said that if he won, it would’ve been the destruction of the whole world.”

You nodded, having heard Nancy’s side already.

“I care about them, you know, they believed in me. They wanted to help me,” he said, rubbing a hand through his hair, “but, even if it was the last thing I did in my stupidly short life, I couldn’t let him get to you.”

“Me?” You sounded like a broken record and by his smile, he knew it too.

“Wisconsin is not that far and the thought of you being dragged into this shit again, of putting you through that – of the destruction it’d cause. I could see your face so clearly in my head as I biked away from the bats. I know this doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done – or said – but, you’re the most important one out there, Hop.”

“Eddie,” you said, not knowing what to say.

“I didn’t understand how you could have kept this from me,” he laughed, the sound hollow, “I was a little mad after I found that you knew. That you’d gone through all that and didn’t share it with me. Then I thought of the times your dad pulled you from school to take you to visit a relative in what - New York?”

You smiled. The first time, after you’d gotten Will back, your dad had decided you needed time off. He’d booked two tickets to New York and you got to meet all his old co-workers. The second time, after Eleven had closed the gate and begged your dad to stay for the Snowball dance, he’d rented a cabin in the woods in Wisconsin. You’d actually had a campus tour that week. He taught El how to fish and you made her so many s’mores she complained of a stomach ache for the whole night. It…it helped with the nightmares.

“But then I realized when I was in there - how scared you must’ve been. For - for everyone and if you kept it from me how much it must’ve killed you too. And when I thought about what I would’ve done if it had been me. If I had been the one who couldn’t tell you, because everyone told me it was for your safety, well, I’d do anything - I’d give anything to protect you.”

He didn’t give you a moment to react, instead, launched into his rehab schedule and the copious amounts of physical therapy he had line up ahead. How he was probably finally going to graduate this year.

“Hey,” you said, not wanting him to think you were ignoring what was clearly something he’d been wanting to say, “next time, don’t put your life on the line. Nothing is worth that. Not even me. Okay?”

“I’ll do what I need to do,” he said, eyes teasing. He moved onto complaining about the paperwork and checkups he needed tomorrow to be ready to go home. You let him change the subject, neither of you were ready.

But… you saw the tips of ears redden, his eyes not meeting yours, and the way his words stumbled out clumsily. Suddenly, as if a key had latched successfully inside you, the knot in your chest loosened and it was easier to breathe.

For the first time in that week, you’d unglued yourself from your dad’s side during waking hours. Your fingers had tapped nervously along your sides the entire time, but you’d gotten a call from Wayne early in the morning. He’d found a small two-bedroom house a few streets down from the trailer park. It’d been cheap, he said with a wry smile, seemed like the town of Hawkins was finally making amends.

“Well, I think that’s it,” you said, dusting your hands and placing them on your hips. “Not much but a decent start, I think. Plus, the front door has enough space for Eddie’s wheelchair.”

Wayne leaned against the kitchen counter and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his wrist. “You think he’ll like it?”

Your heart surged at the question. “Yeah, Wayne, he’ll love it.”

He smiled, a little pleased thing, and you gave in to the urge to hug him. His arms came around you tentatively, like he was worried he’d said the wrong thing, but you just squeezed him tighter.

“I am so glad you’re okay,” you told him, “I missed you while I was away.”

A knowing look took over and you settled into a chair in the dining area. “We’ve known each other a long time, haven’t we?”

You smiled. “Since that first week I moved here,” you said, remembering Wayne’s unrelenting kindness towards you, even then. “You bought me my first cassette. The Beatles.”

“They still remind me of you,” Wayne admitted, smiling, “you sang that song all the time, since you were this tall.”

The silence you both settled in was comfortable, the nostalgia of each other’s company always welcome.

“I know that we’re not – we’re not blood,” Wayne said, clearing his throat, “I know I’m not much either.”

“Wayne-”

“Now, let me just say it,” he said, waving your concern off, “I always wondered if you were okay. After you father died, I saw how lost you were. I tried to be there for you but…it felt like you were disappearing. I know after Eddie – after everything that you wanted to get in that car and drive off without looking back.”

He walked over to the chair across from yours and sat with a grunt. “I don’t blame ya’, I would’ve done the same thing. But, even if life took you and Eddie down different paths, I’d still like to see you from time to time. If that’s okay.”

The surprise you felt was clearly written over your face because he laughed.

“Darlin’ you’ve been attached to the hip since you were middle schoolers. I’ve had the honor of seeing you grow up into an amazing young lady. I only want you to be happy and know that you’re not alone. I’m only an old man with almost nothing to his name but…well, you’ve got me on your side.”

“Wayne,” you started, tears stinging your eyes. He was right – you knew he was right.

How many mornings did Wayne find you sneaking out of Eddie’s room? How many countless nights did he bring you two dinner or reminded you both to study? How many times had he’d yelled at you two to cover up in the winter? To call when you’d gotten home safely? He’d driven you to school, to practice, to the Hideout, more times than you could count. Wayne wasn’t blood but he was still family. He was the uncle you never got to have, the silent but steady presence that you knew you could count on.

“I know my nephew’s made some mistakes,” he said with a sigh, shaking his head, “I can’t speak to things I don’t know but, I pushed away the love of my life and I’d hoped that the Munson Madness gene hadn’t been passed down to him but here we are. I just want you to know, that boy loves you. He’s dumb as rocks sometimes but love makes you do stupid things. It also sometimes isn’t enough to make up for the hurt, and that’s okay. You do what’s best for you, okay darlin’?”

“I hate you,” you told him, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

His eyes crinkled as he laughed, a deep, throaty laugh and you smiled. Wayne rarely laughed, but when he did, you’d never been able to stop yourself from joining.

“Whatever happens, wherever I am, I want you to know you’ve got me too,” you said, voice a little shaky. “You’ll always have me. The niece you never wanted but you got anyway.”

Wayne chuckled, pleased, and reached out to squeeze his hand. After a moment, you took a deep breath and pulled him up to his feet. “Come on Munson,” you said, hugging him. “You still need to do a grocery run and it’s getting late.”

“Ma’am yes, ma’am,” he joked and you rolled your eyes, following him out to his truck.

“I got you burgers,” you announced, brandishing the greasy bag with a flourish. The aroma instantly filled the small room and your dad grinned.

“You were always my favorite,” he said, digging in.

Laughing, surprised, you elbowed him and joined him on his bed. “You said this morning that El was your favorite because she got you your coffee.”

“It fluctuates, depends which one of you isn’t trying to give me grey hair at the moment.”

Stealing a fry, you laughed when he pulled his container closer to him. Glancing at the time, you were surprised to see it was almost eleven.

“Where’s El?” You asked, grunting when he blocked you from taking another fry.

Your dad’s smile faded. “Mike’s,” he said with a look and a tone that said, I’m not happy about it. He flipped through the channels and eventually settled on the news. “I climbed out a grave and she wants to be with her boyfriend.”

His new coping mechanism had been joking about his apparent death and you knew it was a way to deal with the sudden media attention. “Can’t a guy die and come back in peace?”

Laughing, you squeezed his forearm. “She loves him,” you said, “it’s hard to be away from the ones you love.”

His eyes slid from the television to you, a knowing glint in them.

“Besides, she loves you the most. After me, of course. She’ll be back,” you said, smiling at him.

“You know,” he said as his laugh died down, “you don’t need to sneak. I’m working on understanding that you’re an adult. It’s hard for both of us, to let each other out of our sights. After Russia…I know we’ve been through a lot. You’re both clinging to me and I want you to know that you’re allowed to.”

Ducking your head, you heard the mattress squeak as he sat up. “If you want to cling to us for the rest of your life, I’ll be here – arms open. We’ve been through a lot, you and me kid, just the two of us,” he smiled, eyes unfocused, “You were the first time I’d ever realized that love at first sight was real.”

You glanced at him, not expecting that. “You were a few months old, tired, cranky, and in a place where you didn’t know anyone. I wasn’t supposed to be on shift that night, you know. But I was. Holden told me someone had left a baby at the door and he needed someone to look after her until CPS got there,” he said, eyes turning to you.

“You wouldn’t let anyone hold you, you cried and cried and cried. The secretary handed you off to me and you took one look at me and I was done for. It didn’t matter what anyone said. You were mine,” your dad looked uncharacteristically emotional, his hand reaching for yours. “You and that one, are the loves of my life. Okay? That won’t ever change. Not if we don’t live in the same state, not if we’re mad at each other, not if we’re apart, not even if I’m dead. The same way we carry Sara with us, I carry you two with me too. Always.”

“Dad,” you said, tears welling. What the hell was it with the men in this town making you cry today? “I know that, I know.”

“Good,” he said, gruffly. “And I meant what I said. You don’t need to sneak out to see Munson. You dated for four years, I got used to the shithead.”

“Dad!”

He laughed, eyes wrinkling more than they did before, his face lean but his smile was still familiar.

“Since you started, if that big old house you pretended not to like is meant for Joyce and the boys too, I wouldn’t mind. She certainly wouldn’t.”

You watched his ears turn pink and he shook his head. “You always did see everything, huh?”

“Apple doesn’t fall from the tree.”

You slipped into Eddie’s room a bit earlier than normal and froze when you saw him pulling a shirt over his shoulders. His soft grunt of pain had you moving towards him quickly. He startled when he felt your hands on his skin, head stuck in the shirt.

“Hopper?” He asked, breath shallow.

“Yeah,” you said, trying not to read too much into the fact that he knew you by touch alone. “You’re going to pull out your stitches, let me help.”

With gentle maneuvering, you pulled his head out the shirt and brushed back his hair out his face.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, wincing as the bandages and wires that littered his torso pulled taut. You couldn’t help yourself and your eyes took in the sight. His skin was mottled with deep purple bruises, the skin around his bandages pink and irritated. You hand moved on its own accord, fingers coming to dance over the red scratches on his ribs. “You think the scars will give me an edge?”

His voice was light, aiming for teasing, but you knew him better than that. You could hear the vulnerability underneath it all. Unable to stop yourself, you cradled his cheek and smiled. “You’ve always been beautiful, Edward Munson. A few scars won’t change that.”

You watched his eyes widen, heard his breath stutter, and without thinking too hard about it – you pressed your lips to his.

His hand immediately cradled the back of your head, pulling you in closer. A part of your mind was surprised at the lack of fireworks. It wasn’t anything clumsy and sweet like your first kisses had been, or earth shattering like the ones that came after, but it felt like seeing land after being lost at sea. It felt…like coming home.

Then his hands trailed down your sides and a small ember in your chest reignited. Your breath started coming faster and you pushed back into him, his hips bumping against yours.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, teeth nipping at the soft skin at the base of your neck. He placed open mouthed kisses to the sensitive spot he’d always loved to tease you with.

You clutched at his arms, overwhelmed and still wanting more. “Eddie,” you breathed, voice getting stuck in your throat.

“Hmm,” he hummed as you tangled together further.

A loud sound nagged at the edge of your quickly fading sanity and you almost jumped out your skin when the door to his room slammed open. Nurse Smith stood there, looking entirely unamused and with her arms crossed. You blinked, your brain whirring on again, and you stepped back from Eddie.

“Sadie, I can’t say I’m glad to see you this time,” Eddie said, his lips swollen and a small patch of skin on his neck reddening.

“Mr. Munson, you were in the intensive care unit not three days ago. Did you not hear the machine?” She asked, waving her hand over to the quick beeping. “Your heart can’t handle that type of stress right now.”

Eddie, unashamed as always, smiled and turned his brown eyes on you. “She’s always made my heart beat a little too fast, Sadie, there’s nothing you can do about that.”

Flustered and more than a little embarrassed, you didn’t know where to look. Nurse Smith smiled reluctantly and shook her head. She turned to you and nodded towards him. “He’s too freshly sewed together, okay? Give it a few weeks.”

“I wasn’t – we won’t – I would never,” you stammered.

Her face softened and you sighed, mortified. “I’m actually surprised it took you two lovebirds this long, considering how the two of you stare at each other,” she snorted when you both ducked your heads, “get him changed and keep your hands and body parts to yourselves, alright?”

She gave Eddie’s bandages a good look before disappearing out the door. At her departure, an awkwardness settled.

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” you said, closing your eyes, “I shouldn’t have – not when I’m not sure – what’s happening here.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, moving slowly towards his bed, “trust me, it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you insisted, pulling a fresh shirt out of his duffel and helping him into it. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

His hands caught your fluttering ones and you stilled. “Hop’, it’s okay. I would never turn that down from you, ever.”

You sighed. “Okay,” you said, voice sounding incredibly unsure. “Okay.” You tried again, trying to sound less miserable.

“One more time and I’ll believe you,” Eddie joked, settling into his bed.

“I saw Wayne today,” you said, wanting to move past it. “He said he’s already gotten a pile of homework for you waiting.”

Eddie groaned, letting you change the subject, and flopped his head to one side. “Did you hear?”

Shaking your head, you dropped into the chair and rested your chin on your palm.

“Hawkins High has graciously allowed my teachers to give me one month’s worth of homework and assignments,” he sighed, “if I pass them all I can take my finals early and don’t have to return to school while I’m – well, like this.”

“And if you pass your finals?” You ask, knowing what it meant.

Eddie grinned, his smile hitting you right in the solar plexus. “Then I’m part of class of ’86 baby!”

“Congratulations,” you said, smiling, “I knew you’d do it eventually.”

He snorted. “I haven’t passed yet,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“But you will,” you assured him, you knew he would.

“What about you?”

At that, you sighed. You’d made a decision but hadn’t told your dad yet. “I took an extra week off considering...”

“Your father isn’t actually dead?”

You waved a hand, nodding, “I need a little more processing time,” you said, “but, I’m compromising.”

“How?”

A familiar pang of anger surged through you before disappearing and leaving frustration in its wake. “I’m finishing the semester and taking the next one off. I need to figure out what I’m doing with my life and help El settle back in here, you know?” You frowned. “My dad almost burst the vein in his forehead. We argued a little but he’s right – the semester is almost over anyway. I’m just tired of people thinking they can make decisions for me!”

Your tone came out a little more clipped than you meant it to and your eyes darted up to his. He tried to hide the hurt that flashed across his face but you’d seen it. “I’m sorry,” you said immediately, “I didn’t…it just came out.”

He shrugged, hands playing with the loose string of his thin blankets. You both settled into silence, one that rattled you, and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“So, are you only going to visit me at night?” Eddie asked, tone teasing but you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Slipping away once the sun comes up? Like a lunar sorceress, only able to travel by moonlight?”

Turning your gaze towards him, you decide to stop being afraid. “I’m scared this tentative tether won’t survive the weight of the day,” you admitted. “We’ve talked but nothing has really changed. Me apologizing, you apologizing – it’s cathartic and something we both need to hear but it doesn’t heal anything faster.”

Eddie sighed and his eyes went down to the necklace around your neck. His eyes hardened at the sight of it and you knew he saw it as a reminder of how he’d left you too.

You wanted to explain yourself better but the words failed you. “I trust you with my life. I trust you with El’s life. I know you. I see you, Eddie Munson. I’ve always seen you. I just…I don’t…I…”

Eddie’s face smoothed as he pressed a hand to the side of your neck, offering comfort even as you were hurting him. “You don’t trust me not to break your heart again,” he said simply.

“It sounds so dramatic,” you said, desperate to have him understand but the tears that welled in your eyes emphasized that it was true.

“Yeah, but when have you or I ever been simple?” His thumb swept soothing circles on your skin. “I understand, Hop, I get it.” Because of course he did. When did he not?

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” you said, feeling like your chest had been cracked open. With the broken shards of your heart on display, you didn’t know what else to say.

“For what?” Eddie smiled sadly, his eyes on your torso, like he could see the pieces and itched to put them back together. “After all this…bullshit that’s been going on. Demobats, alternate dimensions, nightmares, and hallucinations – I’ve finally learned that every action has consequences. This is mine.”

“I’m sorry,” you echoed, tears welling, not knowing what else to say. “I want to trust you with it, I really do but…”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, pulling you into a hug. You buried your face in his neck and wrapped your arms around his chest. “I’m so sorry that I let you think, even for a second, that the loss of us was a price I was willing to pay.”

You were desperate to say the right things, to find the perfect solution that would magically fix you two, but you knew there wasn’t one. He’d still be the one who’d broken your heart and you were still the wolf snarling at anyone who got close enough to it. “I love you,” you said and somehow it cut you deeper hearing how much you’d really meant it.

“I know.”

After a beat of silence, you pulled back to stare at him. “Did you just Han Solo me?”

Eddie laughed, sadness fleeing temporarily from his eyes. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

He seemed to weigh the question for a moment before blurting out, “Will you give me the chance?”

“What?”

“To prove that it’s different this time?” He looked up at you, eyes nervous and smile half as bright. “I didn’t let you have a say last time and I promise that’ll be the only time I ever make that mistake. If you don’t…if there’s nothing that I can do to prove that I won’t do it again, that I can try and make up for my momentary lapse of sanity, I don’t want to hurt you again by trying.”

A small bit of gratitude settled in your chest. “I don’t know,” you said, feeling infuriated at your own indecision. “I’m fighting the urge to disappear every second of the day. Last summer taught me that I needed to leave before I’m left and that’s hard to unlearn.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, quietly, his hand hovering uncertainly over your own. You flipped your palm up and intertwined your fingers together. While you stared at your hands wrapped around each other’s, you realized – you’d become those people. The ones who had said everything they needed to say and were only left with apologies.

With a deep breath, you brought his knuckles up to your lips. “I don’t want to hurt you but, I don’t know if I’m ready.” You sighed. “I’m trying, I really am. I don’t want you to wait around for something that may never happen again.”

“You’re worth waiting for,” Eddie whispered and you knew he understood. Neither of you said anything about how tightly you held on to each other, as if worried it’d be the last time.

He didn’t ask if you’ll still be there in the morning and you didn’t promise to stay.

Eddie was a notorious light sleeper, anytime you had so much sneezed – he’d be twitching awake. You’d tease him about it, knowing that the noise his neighbors made constantly woke him up. While you, having been raised in New York City, slept like the dead. Eddie constantly joked that he’d have to practically push you off the bed to rouse you.

So, you didn’t understand how you woke before him, every single time without fail.

At first, you’d taken it as a sign – the universe giving you the gift of a clean cut. A painless escape. Now, standing with your hand on the doorknob and your heart in your throat, you weren’t so sure. Leaving had felt like your only option before, unable and not ready to face him without the protection of the dark. But now, you hesitated. If you stayed here – with him – you knew what it would mean.

What if you’d misinterpreted the sign? What if the gift was the choice itself?

You let the doorknob slip from your hands and turned slowly. Clenching the strap of your bag, you felt the grooves sting your skin. He shifted the moment you’d slipped out of bed. He slept on his back with an arm thrown outwards to your side, like he was still reaching for you.

And you supposed he still was. The knot in your chest had yet to loosen entirely, the pain still too close to the surface. You weren’t ready, you reminded yourself, the thought alone making you turn to grab the doorknob again.

But…what if you never would be? What if there would never be a moment where it just clicked together? What if you were waiting for something that would never happen? You pressed your forehead to the door, your chest tightening with your indecision.

What if the fresh start that you wanted was something that came gradually? Could you move forward without him? Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine it.

Your small little apartment that faced a quiet tree lined street. Margaret, the widow in the red house, would invite you to breakfast on Saturday mornings like she always did. Kareem, your neighbor, would get you coffees on Mondays and you’d share your dinner with him on Fridays. You’d take your long walks on the weekend, go to concerts with your new friends, and see movies with your old ones.

You’d graduate, start travelling, or try to get your dream job. Maybe you’d go to grad school so you could make your dad cry at that graduation too. You’d bring El with you everywhere, always enraptured by her constant surprise and joy to see the world. You would finish healing. You would learn to let people in again. You’d learn to stop running. Maybe you’d fall in love again. Eddie would be someone special to you, forever etched into the bones of who you were. He’d fade to a lovely memory.

The knot tightened painfully. You opened your eyes and turned back around. Eddie had been through a lot, you knew that – it was one of the things that you’d both bonded over. Mothers who didn’t love either of you enough to stay. He knew you. He’d always seen the real you and never faltered with his utter acceptance of it.

He’d also hurt you, deeply. It was his doing that left the scars you hated to see every time you caught sight of them. You’d need to learn to love them and you didn’t know if you could.

You shook your head. Liar, your heart whispered, you’re lying.

Pressure built behind your eyes as you stared at him, face slack, and hair wild. He’d hurt you. But you’d also hurt him. Neither of you were perfect and you’d probably hurt each other again but humans made mistakes. Isn’t that what you loved about him?

Could you be happy without Eddie Munson in your life? Yes. But did you want to be? Were you willing to jump again?

With quiet, practiced steps, you felt the tension bleed out of you. The chair beside his bed creaked as you settled into it. Your mind ran in a thousand different directions as the room brightened with every minute that passed. A sunbeam broke through the half open blinds and illuminated his face.

Him, your heart screamed at your mind, we want him.

Wouldn’t you always?

Eddie mumbled, arm reaching for the space where you’d been and his brows furrowed. Eddie blinked drowsily and rolled forward onto the pillow you’d been using. He sighed, a small sad thing, and you tried not to smile when he jumped as you cleared your throat.

“Sweetheart?” He said, confused. “You’re…here.”

His eyes darted over your face, wide and confused but hopeful. And that’s what did it, that’s what made you stumble over the cliff. A leap of faith. You nodded. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“You stayed.”

You heard what he wasn’t saying. It’s morning. You didn’t leave.

“I did,” you said, reaching out and brushing hair out of his eyes, “turns out the view of the sunrise from your room isn’t all that bad.”

By his smile, he knew what you’d just handed him, and goddamn if you didn’t love him for it. For always knowing. His hand came up to intertwine his fingers with yours and he brought them to his lips. “I love you,” he whispered, like he was afraid he’d startle you. The birds outside sang, the sun continued to rise, and your world righted itself again. He pulled you onto the bed, hands tangled between your bodies, and rested his forehead against yours.

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed. The itch beneath your skin hadn’t calmed but you knew it would with time. “I love you too,” you said, and it sounded like a new beginning.

You inhaled and his fingers tightened around yours. You counted to ten and held on.

A/N2: I got some fluffy bits outlined and written for these two but I cut them out since I felt like it didn't idk fit - might post those up at some point if anyone's interested!

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stellamancer · 2 years

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insomnia (katsuki bakugou × gn!reader)

notes: a vent piece, if you will. not edited either lmao. also posted from mobile because my net decided to go out weeps. sorry if the formatting seems weird as a result. I'll fix it in the morning and title it and other stuff.

You can’t sleep.

In the darkness of the night, everything seems louder. The whirring of the fan. Your partner’s soft snoring. The thoughts plaguing your mind. You want so very much to just yell or scream or something, but he’s asleep and so is everyone else you know. With no outlet, your thoughts swim in your mind, aimless, restless and growing louder.

You can’t stand it.

Slowly, you rise from the bed, taking great care to not make any sounds and wake the other person in the bed. He’s got a big day tomorrow, and you don’t want him to catch your sleeplessness. The bed, on the other hand, has other ideas, squeaking out a protest at your early departure. You immediately still, but all you hear is his quiet breathing. Sighing in relief, you amble into the living room.

At first, you thought to just plop onto the couch, but now your anxiety has got you in a vice grip and you just start to pace back and forth in the living room, a crude mimicry of the way the thoughts are darting around the walls of your mind. It doesn’t do much to comfort you, all you feel now is dizzy.

Maybe you should go back and grab your phone and your earbuds. Maybe listening to some music or one of those eight hour rainstorm videos will help drown out the thoughts. You consider it for a moment. Yeah. It could be a good idea. You know for sure your phone is on the bedside table, and your earbuds… you think you left them next to it.

You turn and start to head back to the bedroom but run face first into something solid. You were feeling dizzy. Did you get close to the wall and not realize? But it’s warm, almost like…

“What are you doing?” Katsuki’s voice is loud in your ears, cutting through the silence of the night.

“Um.” Your mind goes blank as you wrack your brain for an answer. “I, uh, was going to the bathroom.”

“If you’re gonna try and lie to me, then at least try harder.”

“...couldn’t fool you, huh,” you sigh.

Katsuki snorts. “You’ve been walking in circles for almost five fuckin’ minutes.”

“...you saw?”

“Ain’t that dark.”

After that he goes quiet. Probably waiting for you to properly explain yourself. It’s simple really, and yet you can’t find the words.

Finally, Katsuki’s lack of patience gets the better of him and he asks, “What is it?”

“Oh. Um… I… I just can’t sleep.” It sounds so silly to say aloud. “I’ve got a lot on my mind and, well…”

You trail off.

Katsuki doesn't say anything but, you feel like his eyes are on you. Idly, you wonder if he's got some sort of night vision quirk along with that explosion of his. He grumbles and grabs you by the arm, guiding you over to the couch. Katsuki sits you down and plops next to you.

"Now spill," he almost commands, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer.

"But, um…" You hesitate. "You… have work early tomorrow."

"...yeah, so hurry up. Don't got all night." Despite the brashness of his words, there's still a softness, a kindness to them. Reflexively, you lean closer to him and lay your head on his chest.

"C'mon," he urges softly when you don't start. "I said I don't got all night."

"I'm thinking." You take a deep breath. "You're gonna think it's all dumb."

Katsuki snorts. "Most of the shit you worry about is dumb, so stop stalling."

"Yeah, yeah…" You press closer to him before unloading your thoughts.

All of them.

One by one, you pluck the thoughts from your brain and release them into the night air.

And not once does Katsuki interrupt or tell you that you're being an idiot even though you know he's thinking it.

By the time your mind is finally devoid of the thoughts that were plaguing you before you think that it must be nearing three in the morning.

"That it?" Katsuki asks when you finally grow silent. He doesn't sound tired at all and you wonder if he's faking alertness so you don't feel bad for keeping him up.

"...yeah."

"You were right. You really do worry about some dumb shit." Despite the roughness of his words, he pulls you closer, his grip tightening and you know he's just comforting you in his own way.

"Sorry."

Katsuki shifts and you feel him gently bonk your head with his other hand. "Maybe if you didn't bottle so much of that shit up we'd both be sleepin' right now."

"...yeah, maybe."

Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance and leans his head against you. It almost inaudible but in the stillness of the night you can hear him murmur, his voice almost soft, almost sweet. "...feel better?"

You tilt your head so it's leaning against his as you answer. "Yeah."

"Good."

"Thanks, Katsuki. For everything." You turn your head and press a soft kiss to his temple.

He grunts, sleepiness clearly catching up to him. Quietly, you chuckle and shift a little to get more comfortable before finally, finally falling asleep in his embrace.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #nikuniku fics #did my best writing bakugou but I'm still a little inexperienced weeps #i don't like the title but it was either this or like yoasobi which i didn't wanna do or like #a long ass line feom another song lmao #i thought it was good but like too long lmao #emotional support bakugou fic tag

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jjksblackgf · 3 years

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lick me

pairing — jungkook x reader summary — Jungkook made the most delightful mistake of telling you his nipples are sensible. genre — smut-ish, sexually suggestive rate — nsfw word count — 1k warnings — nipple play author's note — I was made aware that Jungkook may have sensitive nipples, so the result of those thoughts is this, lmao

“I can’t believe you went without me,” I said, crossing my arms like a little spoiled child.

“Lose the pout,” Jungkook laughed, poking my lower lip with his finger. “You know I didn’t take you because I was literally on the other side of the world.”

“You could’ve filmed it for me,” I whined again, “Or at least tell me TWO WEEKS AGO when you pierced it.” I hated when he did hot boy stuff without me.

He stared at me, and I was sure he was fighting an eye roll. “Maybe I wanted to surprise you, have you thought about that?” he was grinning now, his lip piercing taunting me. That was another one I didn’t get to see.

He was being unnecessarily sneaky about this for some reason I couldn’t understand. I narrowed my eyes and examined his face as I bluffed “What are you hiding from me?”

He laughed out loud, but the sound was edgy. So he was hiding something. Good.

“You’re unbelievable,” he snorted and rolled his eyes, a little bit dramatic.

“Whatever,” I said, but this case was cracked open. I will let it go for now. “Can we like… do stuff or are you still sore?” I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck and batting my eyelashes at him. His eyes glistened with anticipation, but then he grimaced when I pressed my body against his.

“I’m still kind of sore… can we hold off the stuff for a little longer?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. It’s been two weeks already, it never took him more than a few days to not feel sore anymore… OH… Okay, so that’s why. It’s not the piercing per se; it was just his nipples. He’s extra sensitive now and doesn’t want me to have more ammunition to tease him to cream. This little brat would get his, I vowed.

I let my hands caress his neck and move slowly to his chest. I avoided his nipples as best as I could, but my littlest fingers caressed them slightly. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and locking his jaw. Bingo.

“Are you sure?” I whispered seductively and he stared at me, gulping. I smirked at his response, ready to tease him again, but his lips were suddenly on mine. My hands went directly to his hair, and he gripped my thighs to wrap them around his waist.

I moved my lips to his neck, so he could see where he was going. He moaned as my teeth bit his jawline, then his earlobe and then back. We were in his bedroom, and he set me down on my feet. “No funny business,” he warned and took his shirt off. I smacked my hands to his chest and pushed him towards the bed. He didn’t get time to get up before I straddled him.

He grabbed my hair as our lips met again. My tongue traced the shape of his lower lip, and he shivered, moving his hands to my hips and guiding us to friction. He wanted to take advantage of our position and swap places, but I grabbed his hands and pinned them against the mattress.

He eyed our hands above his head and threw back a confused look at me.

“Can I try something?” I asked. I didn’t do a good job in disguising my deviousness, and he saw through me.

“I just said no funny business,” he countered. “And I’m stronger than you.”

“I’m not being funny, and that literally means nothing when you’re moaning my name,” I bit my lip to hide my huge smile.

“What is it that you want?” he asked, defeated.

“To tease you until you cum,” I answered, unabashed.

“Since when do you ask permission to do that?” he asked, confused and amused at the same time. I stared at his nipple while licking my lips, and he sighed heavily. “I guess I’m not surprised you know me this well.”

“Is that a yes?” I whispered, wide-eyed. He stared back at me, biting his lip with a calculating expression for a few seconds. Once or twice I felt his, already hard, cock twitch close to my stomach. He then sighed and leaned forward to kiss me.

“Please go easy on me.” he whispered against my lips. He laid back with his eyes closed, lips parting slightly. I interlaced out fingers with one hand, with the other I traced his tattoos. His breath hitched when I reached his chest.

I avoided his nipple, successfully this time. I started kissing his chest, going up his neck then down again, circling his piercing, but not quite touching it. Jungkook let out a moan again, but this time sounded more like a purr. He squeezed our interlaced fingers and placed his free hand on my thigh, hitching it to his waist.

I freed his hand and supported my weight on that arm. The tip of my fingers went to his open mouth, reaching his tongue easily. His eyes met mine in an instant. But before he could say anything, the same fingers were already on their way to his nipple. He gasped and moaned loudly as I caressed his bud, blowing a little bit of air to cool it.

I circled his piercing with my fingers, and he moaned softly. I was set on my course of teasing him, but I was so curious to know how he would feel on my tongue. I slid the fingers down and brought my face closer to him, blowing again. He hissed and shifted underneath me, his bulge becoming more prominent on my inner thigh.

I didn’t give him a warning as my tongue traveled the same pattern my fingers had just now. His hand gripped my thigh as he shifted again, searching for friction. I didn’t care to stop him. I sucked slightly on it, feeling the metal at the tip of my tongue.

His chest rose and he screamed, gripping my thigh even harder. From the sweat on his forehead, I could tell he came, and the hot spot on my thigh confirmed it. That was easy. He took a deep breath and looked me dead in the eyes. I guess it’s payback time.

“My turn,” he said, easily flipping me to my back, and devouring my neck with his lips.

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laladellakang · 2 years

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whoopsies

masterlist | wattpad | requests / ask enhypen

2022.04.13 italics dialogue = english

requested! maknae line finding out about what della and hyuppa line has done (sorry i messed up the timeline lmao, let's just say they only found out recently)

WARNING : !! spicy !! possibly the most spicy descriptions? but still no smut and... be prepared for heeseung and jake's..

Sunoo was feeling a bit down. He had a lot on his mind and couldn't sleep. He needed something- or someone, to distract him. He needed Della.

He knew it was Sunghoon's time tonight but honestly, he just needed ten minutes with her. Alone or not.

Because Sunghoon wasn't in his bed, he figured that the older was the one who is sleeping in Della's room.

He was confused as to why he couldn't find either of them there, but he chose to just sit on her bed and wait.

He jumped when there was a soft thud on her door. Not long after, it opened to reveal the couple he was looking for.

Though the two were lip-locking as Sunghoon carried Della. She wore her untied towel-robe while the former had a towel around his waist.

"You should play your sensual playlist this time," Sunoo heard Sunghoon mumble in between kisses.

"No way.." Sunoo let out with wide eyes, making Della squeal and cover her face into Sunghoon's shoulder.

"Kim Sunoo!" Sunghoon said in an amused tone, pulling Della closer to cover the exposed parts of her body. "What's up?"

"You and Della..." Sunoo stood up. "You and Della have done... sexual things?"

"Yes," Sunghoon answered almost breathlessly.

"You and Sunghoon-hyung..."

"Yeah..." Della lifted her head to look at him.

"And the music!" it all suddenly made sense. None of his hyungs complained about the noise.

"Yes..." Dehoon sighed together.

"No fucking way..." Sunoo sat down to take it all in. "Oh my God... I knew something was- I knew it! Oh my God!"

"Sunoo, sorry- not to sound rude, but why are you here?" Sunghoon let Della down, careful to not flash the younger.

"I..." Sunoo blinked slowly. "I don't- I don't remember.."

"Happy birthday, baby," Heeseung sighed, relaxing his body.

"Happy belated birthday, baby," Jake followed suit.

"Thank you, oppas," Della cuddled into the two.

"That was.. surprisingly okay.." Heeseung played with her hair.

"Yeah, I was expecting it to be more awkward," Jake agreed, nuzzling his face into Della's neck.

"I can't believe you two suggested this just to see each other nake- ack!" Jake slapped her butt. "Anyway, I have to pee before I get too comfortable."

"Hurry back!" the two watched their girlfriend put on her silk robe.

"If I come back and see you guys cuddling, I'm gonna assume the wors-"

"Noo!" Heejake whined in unison, causing Della to laugh before she unlocked and opened her door.

She squealed and jumped when she saw Niki standing in front of her room, looking as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Ah, that surprised me!" the youngest could hear Jake's voice. The music they were playing wasn't nearly as loud as how they usually have it, possibly because the maknaes keep complaining about it.

"Riki-kun!" Della was still frozen in place.

Niki could hear scrambling in the room, so he moved to the side to peak a little. His eyes widened more (if that was even possible) when he saw his two parental figures sitting on her bed, naked.

"Heeseung- Ja- Lala- Ramyeonz- Hyungs?!" Della covered Niki's mouth and pulled him in the room before he could make any more noise.

"Boys, cover your dicks-"

"Della!" Heeseung scolded while covering himself with Della's blanket while Jake did so with a pillow.

"Hyung.. Niki's not ten.." Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"You're right," Heeseung repeated the younger's actions. "You do it."

"Well... When two people love each other-"

"Jake!" Della and Heeseung couldn't help but snort.

"Sorry- when 'of age' people love each other- ow!" Heeseung hit his shoulder.

"He's not eight," Jake's ridiculousness made Niki snap out of his trance.

"I- I- thought that you probably have done it, but-" he blinked multiple times. "But- but- I didn't think all the way and-" he shifted his eyes from Heeseung to Jake.

"Certainly not.. together..." Niki could not have found out in the worst possible way.

Jay is probably the least horniest out of the four, he uses sex for extra intimacy. But he does have his 'dirtier' moments, and today was one of them.

"You look really good today," he said in a deeper voice, standing behind Della as she hung up clothes on the drying rack. "Wearing my shirt."

"You like it?" she giggled as his hand ran up and down the side of her thigh.

"Mm. Mind if I take it off tonight?" he placed kisses on her neck.

"Of course," she held his head in place.

"Can't wait," he smirked, giving her butt a slap before turning around to leave her be. "Woa- shit!" he placed a hand on his chest when he saw Jungwon looking like he was about to cry.

He knew that the older members have done things. From the hickeys, to straddles, to heated make out sessions, to swimwear-clad soaks in the bathtub, and most recently, the reason for all those sneak-outs on set.

He always thought that they were doing the same things as him. Looking back, there's no way a few kisses or lovey-dovey time would take more than five minutes.

Though he really thought that they weren't doing anything too extreme. He figured that their activities still involved them being fully clothed.

Oh was he wrong.

"You- I-" he didn't know what to say. "I- I- knew that couples.. but- I- but.." he couldn't stop stuttering. "I- I thought you would've waited until we were all of age.. or..."

"Wonie-"

"Does that mean all the hyungs have done- oh my God!" his eyes widened more. "Oh my God! Jay-hyung! You've- Lala! You- you-" neither Jay or Della (or anyone) have seen him stutter this much. He barely ever stutters in general. "HYUNGS!"

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"How long has this been happening?" Enha was gathered at the living room. The oldest five were sitting on the couch while the youngest three stood in front of them. The latters are now aware that they all had an unpleasant encounter.

With the hyungs that they were closest with, too.

"I think Jake was first," Jay said. It feels like they were being scolded.

"September," Jake admitted.

"September?!" Sunoo exclaimed with wide eyes. "Not December?!"

"December was me," Sunghoon spoke up. "It all first happened on different times."

"Look- hyung, they are adults," Niki defended. So this is what it feels like to be a 'hyung.' "-and they are a couple."

"I know- I'm not mad! It's just-" Jungwon scanned his eyes at all of the members sitting on the sofa, stopping at Della. "Actually- yeah. I'm not mad. I'm just surprised and it's hard to think that the people that I spend 24/7 with are... doing those things."

"You're not mad that we didn't tell you?" Della looked at them with slightly glossy eyes.

"Honestly, how will you tell us? It's not something you can share," Jungwon held Della's hand. "Especially with us three."

"How did.. you guys find out though?" Sunoo asked his hyungs.

"If you've done it, it's kinda obvious when another member has as well," Jake played with Jay's fingers.

"Well I'm kinda glad that you know now. That way, we don't have to sneak around," Heeseung leaned back on his seat.

"Yes, please turn down the music," Niki sounded relieved. He finally found a way to get them to turn the songs down. Actually turn it down and not just a little bit.

"Just turn it off, really- it's so annoying," Jungwon sighed, sitting on Heeseung's lap.

"Noted. Thanks guys."

Suddenly Jungwon remembered something and let out a gasp.

"September?! Kang Della!" he slapped her arm.

"Ow! What?! I was an adult-"

"Internationally," all eight members said in unison.

did you guys start reading this fic because it's poly or because it's added-member? or.. both?

let me know which fic is your favourite! it means a lot to me 💫

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elleirbagsstuff · 3 years

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uhh camilo x gender neutral artist :D (romantic) reader asks camilo to proofread one of their stories and hes like "damn... the mc sounds familiar 😕😕" and its based off him lmao im not sure if i worded this right TT

Writer, got it, ok!

"It's me!"

Pair: Camilo x Gender neutral!reader

Genre: romantic, fluff

Summary: Y/n and Camilo are spending their mornings in his room, when y/n suddenly asked Camilo to proofread one of their works.

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Camilo was waiting for Y/n to arrive at his room, both of them were together earlier, until Y/n forgot their notebook where they write their stories, so they asked Camilo to go ahead and just wait for them.

After a few minutes, Y/n came running inside Camilo's room, obviously tired, they didn't want Camilo to be waiting that long so they ran.

"You look like you ran a marathon, mi dulce!" He laughed while looking at Y/n, meanwhile the latter glared at him and they threw the notebook on his face. They flopped themselves at Camilo's bed groaning.

"I needed to get that, i finished it last night and could you like proofread it?" They ask, Camilo stayed silent so Y/n turns to look at him and saw Camilo looking at them with a strange face.

"Proofread? ¿Que demonios es eso?" He asked them.

"You know, read it and see if you can spot any mistakes for example, spelling, what if i spelled one word wrong." Camilo nodded thoughtfully as Y/n explained to him, he was flipping the pages and went to the last one. "Find the part where the protagonist went to annoy his sister for money."

Camilo quickly scanned the notebook to find that scene, and when he did find it, he read it out loud so Y/n can hear it too.

"Diego went to find his sister inside her room, and when he saw her peacefully reading a book he smiled mischievously as he entered her room without knocking "oh dear sister!" He said. "You know that you're my favorite sister in the whole world right?" His sister gave him a stern look before saying. "I'm your only sister." " Camilo snorted at the scene he just read.

"Hey keep going!" Y/n shouted at him but Camilo kept laughing and Y/n can't help but join him. "Seriously keep going!"

"Okay okay! He rolled his eyes at the response he got but; nonetheless he went beside her giving his sister a pleading look "can you lend me some money Elena?" The girl paid no attention to her brother causing Diego to whine "c'mon Elenaaaaa, pretty pleaseee???" Annoyed she looks at her brother and plainly said, "no." Jeez what does he need the money for?" He asked Y/n.

"You have to read to find it out." They said with a smile, Camilo smiled as well, he didn't mind he was enjoying the story Y/n wrote.

" Diego pouted, it was a sore eye for his sister. "Why can't you get your own money? Find a job you're 20!" Elena shouted at her younger brother while shaking her head. "That's why i'm asking for money! I'm finding a job!" The boy shouted hopeful that his sister would believe him, but boy is he wrong. "No, you're asking money so you could go and visit your girlfriend from another country." She said while smirking at Diego, the boy grumbled before standing and he whispered "worth a shot" Woah- okay hold up, i knew he was kind of familiar ever since i read this." Camilo said to himself, "who did you base the main character from?" Camilo asked Y/n who was beside him.

Their face was flushed, embarrassed? No, maybe flustered. They cleared their throat before answering.

"Uhm, i based him off of you." They answered unable to look at Camilo, meanwhile the latter gave Y/n a tight squeeze and a kiss on their cheeks.

"I knew it! It's me! You just love me so much that you had to make your main character like me, huh?" He teased, Y/n playfully rolled their eyes with a smile on their face as they shove Camilo.

"Shut up, just read the whole thing."

And so the two of them enjoyed teasing each other for the rest of the day.

••

Sorry it's short! But i had fun writing this :))

#encanto #encanto fic #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x reader

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tomdutch · 3 years

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hi love! i saw ur taking reqs for flufftober!! this actually my first time asking something so pls correct me if i use my terms wrong hihi :> kind of my first time using tumblr!! so could i request kissing prompts no. 1 and 2 ? but before the prompts could you make it start like where a reader and arvin are dates to prom, but when reader arrives, some girl is trying to take him or like dance with him when he clearly doesnt want to? then reader runs out of the venue and she stays under the stars where arvin finds her then the kissing prompts ? hehe i love arvin so much its making me crazy 😩

❀ what moonlight can do ❀

omg this is my first time writing for arvin. wack & very overdue. i listened to what a little moonlight can do by crystal gayle, felt like it fits the vibe & era of a prom way back when lmao feel free to give it a listen while reading :’)

prompts: (1) kissing your lover’s knuckle before a dance + (2) during the dance’s climax, you and your lover lock eyes, and your lips meet.

↳ established couple, arvin can emote we love to see it, very shy & socially anxious y/n for all my fellow anxious bitches

content tags: smoking, fluffy angst, light themes of body image issues & insecurities.

word count: 2k damn i obviously have feelings for this man

flufftober drabbles (requests are closed!)

ooh, what a little moonlight can do ooh, what a little moonlight can do to you you’re in love your heart’s fluttering all day long

the air is stuck in your chest. with your hand pressed to your stomach, you can feel it moving up and down—you know you’re technically breathing, but your throat can’t stop constricting.

you weren’t planning on going to prom. when the topic first came up between you and your boyfriend, you were sitting in his car, parked on the side of a rarely used autoroute. the radio was off, only because you insisted on arvin not letting the car run and waste gas just to listen to music. he relented in the end, only to begin humming your favourite song with a cheesy smile, eyes focused on the view out of embarrassment instead of meeting yours.

“did lenora tell you about prom?” you asked, slowly running you your finger over his knuckles.

arvin hummed, rolling the window down a little more so you can enjoy the early summer breeze. “she mentioned it, yeah. you thinkin’ of going?”

a snort tumbled out of you without your knowledge, and you shook your head, tracing over his wrist. “nah, it’s not really my type of scene.” you trailed off, nerves suddenly washing over you. “why? you interested?”

he was leaning against the headrest, hair tousled and eyes closed in the most restful you’d ever seen him. at your coy question, though, one of his eyes cracked open. arvin glanced at you, cheeks tinged while he tried to gauge your expression before he finally said, “if you want to, i’d go. go anywhere for you, y/n/n.”

it was pretty hard to say no after that.

and now, here you are, feeling like your heart is about to jump right out of your mouth with how violently it’s beating. if it were just you and arvin enjoying a night of music and dressing up for each other, you wouldn’t be nearly as nervous. it’s not the thought of him that’s making anxiety curdle in your stomach like rotten milk—far from it. if anything, knowing he’s waiting for you only a few steps away is the only thing that’s holding you together.

it’s them. not unlike arvin’s little sister, you’re very much a quiet, nearly invisible figure among your classmates. it wasn’t much different when arvin was roaming the school hallways at the same time as you before he dropped out. back then, you weren’t very close, but it’s not like he’s oblivious of your unease in public spaces.

regardless, you know that tonight means a great deal to him, even if he hasn’t said it out loud. lenora recounted to you her brother’s excitement while he was figuring out what to wear for your prom, and the mere idea of your tough, impenetrable man trying on outfits for his family to judge was enough to make you melt. i have to get through this, you think to yourself. for arvin, who’s never asked for anything. for arvin, who simply wants to enjoy one night of normalcy and lightheartedness with you.

taking a deep breath, you cross the street to reach the school, heartbeat thumping in your ears. the streets are crowded, students hanging outside, smoking and talking together, before entering the party. if you can even call it a party. it’s held in the school’s lousy excuse of a gym, which is nothing but a large room with slippery floors and only one window. at least the doors are somewhat decorated, a very enthusiastic bright purple banner hanging across it.

your hands are completely shaking when you push them open and walk in, wincing as you get used to the music. to your utter surprise, people seem to be enjoying themselves; a rare sight in your small town. girls in puffy dresses and extravagant hairdos, boys in ill-fit suits and gelled-back hair. in the middle of it all, your eyes finally land on arvin, standing with his back against the wall near the refreshments table.

he looks so much better than you could have imagined. black trousers cinch in his waist, the legs a little too long for him, rolled up so they don’t drag on the floor. tucked into his pants is a crisp white shirt, one of the many he has, but cleaned to perfection. he’s topped the look off with a navy blazer that he keeps fiddling with, and you can already clock his cigarette pack and lighter in the breast pocket.

you feel a little underdressed, although you’re in the fanciest dress you’ve ever worn. despite the short notice and you thinking you weren’t going to step foot in the gymnasium, you were able to scrounge up all your savings to spend on a white dress. it stops a smidge above your knees, with lace around the sleeves and the hem. you felt a little embarrassed about the somewhat excessive neckline, making you cross and uncross your arms over your chest with nerves.

arvin hasn’t noticed you yet, probably because your feet feel glued to the ground near the door, like your body simply refuses to venture further into the sea of people. right as you clench your fists and decide to take the first step forward, your breath hitches in your throat as you watch someone walk towards your boyfriend.

she’s gorgeous is your first thought. the second one is not as kind. you recognise her after blinking a few times; her name is belinda “belle” fletcher, she shares a few ap courses with you and is rumoured to be the valedictorian for your graduating class. knots form in your stomach as you see her stand beside arvin, one hand running through her silky, strawberry blonde hair and the other pointing back towards her group of friends.

arvin is expressionless as she talks to him, only for a scowl to break his face when she grabs his hands with her own, laughing loudly as she moves their interlocked palms. you can only imagine she’s asking him to dance with the way she’s swinging, hair flying around her.

you can’t find it in you to watch anymore. tears clouding your vision, you exhale shakily before turning around on your heels, pushing through a few people near the door so you can exit. the walk out of school and towards the grounds is a blur of tears, regret and annoyance. you shouldn’t have run away. no, if you were more confident, if you were more confident and free like arvin—like what arvin deserves in a girlfriend, you would have walked right over to him and pushed that girl away. if you were better, prettier, more courageous and interesting, you would have kissed him in front of everyone and danced the night away.

instead, your makeup—well, just mascara—is smeared from your crying and your feet hurt. it’s colder outside than you remember it being, now that you’ve exchanged your anticipation and anxiety for self-inflicted heartbreak. you feel like you’re hearing your own name whispered by the wind until you realise it’s arvin, his figure running towards you, getting bigger and bigger as he speeds from the school building.

“y/n,” he pants when he reaches you, “what was that?”

bottom lip trembling, you can only look away from him, rubbing your arms around yourself to fend from the chilly breeze. in the darkness of the night, only the moonlight illuminates both your faces.

“y/n.” arvin repeats, stepping forward so there’s practically no space between you. one of his hands cups your cheek, thumb wiling a tear off from under your eye, while the other reaches for your hip. “darlin’, why are you crying? what’s wrong? did somebody say something to you in there, because i swear i’ll—”

“no.” you finally manage to utter, shaking your head and breaking out of his hold. “no, i’m what’s wrong.” his eyebrows furrow with confusion, sparking more anger in your chest. “i’m not pretty like none of those girls. i don’t have the money to buy a fashionable dress—i bought this from an old neighbour and tried to fix it for myself, but it’s still nothing compared to them. i can’t pull off any hairdos and i don’t have any makeup and i’m not that smart or—or funny or interesting. you don’t deserve to spend your new shot at prom with someone like me. you deserve so much more, arvin.”

he’s stayed quiet throughout your entire rant, lips pressed into a thin line and hard eyes watching tears cascade from yours as you hiccup and spit the words out like poison. when you’re done, he still doesn’t speak, until the weight of your speech hangs heavy in the air around you.

“you done?” arvin asks, waiting for your shy nod. “i want you to listen to me very carefully now.” he closes the distance between you again, both hands coming up to cradle your face. “i love you. i love you so damn much, y/n, that it’s terrifying sometimes. and i don’t give a damn about dresses and hairstyles, doll. you would still knock the breath right out of me if you were wearing a bag of flour.”

at his exasperated confession, you can’t help but let out a teary giggle, making him smile. arvin taps your nose with the tip of his own, the tension dissipating little by little.

“you’re so beautiful, darlin’. you shine. your warmth and care, your intelligence that you always undermine, your kindness and your laugh. everything about you is beautiful.” he whispers, even though there’s no one around. your foreheads are pressed together now, and you let your eyes flutter closed. “you’re right, i don’t deserve to be with you tonight. you are so far out of my league, it shocks everyone in this fucking town that you choose to be with me, to love me. but i’m grateful you do. i’m lucky you do. and i wouldn’t wanna be with nobody else, doll.”

looking up at him, you slowly place your palms over his hands, feeling a buzz in your chest when arvin smiles at the gesture and presses a kiss to the space between your eyebrows.

“i do,” you say, a few of your fingers running through his slicked back hair. “i love you so much, arvin.”

his grin widens, a sight that only you are awarded, and his hands drop to your waist. “well then, would ya keep making me lucky and dance with me, darlin’?”

“there’s no music, dummy.” you giggle, but you still place one hand on his shoulder and let him interlock your other with his own, his lips puckering into a kiss on your knuckles before your fingers interlock.

“we’ll make our own music, baby.” arvin pulls you closer and begins swaying to a silent rhythm, before his lips brush the corner of your lips, your cheek, and your ear. he starts humming a familiar tune, drawing another laugh out of you, and you rest your head against his sturdy chest. a stop startles you, and you look up at him, only for his lips to descend on yours.

you have to force yourself not to smile too wide so you don’t ruin the kiss, so you don’t disrupt the gentle, passionate movement of his thin lips with your own. arvin kisses you like your love can stretch this night out to last forever, like the song he continues to hum in your ear when you break apart will never end.

you can’t resist him

and all you’ll say

when you have kissed him is

“ooh, what a little moonlight can do”

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billyrussohaven · 3 years

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Billy moves in with you and hears you hooking up with your ex and decides you deserve better

May or may not be inspired by me hooking up with my ex last night after too many tequilas and let’s just say it was still as disappointing a year after our break up lmao

Dear anon, I hear ya… Everytime I drink Tequila shit happens...but I love Tequila #SueMe I hope you enjoy this! xo

Just for tonight

Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, more smutses and hobbitses...

A/N: Went with something a lil' different. It's Marine!Billy. So he just joined up the Marine and became buddies with Frank.

"Shitshitshit...Please be late, please be late," you mumbled on your bike going way faster than it was safer in NYC. The asshole taking over at your job showed up late which made YOU late to get home in time. You cut corners and made a few drivers swear loudly but time was of the essence. You've been looking for a new roommate since you dumped your ex-asshole and this Billy guy was the first one to seem decent enough to consider. The thought of living with someone you didn't really know made you anxious but you just couldn't afford the place alone. You hated moving out and the place was perfect. You really didn't want to let it go...so random roommate it was!

You turned the last corner and cursed under your breath when you saw someone sitting on the stairs in front of the door waiting. You hit the brakes hard and the bike came to a full stop with a loud squeal.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The asshole taking over at work showed up late and I swear every fucking cab in the city tried to run me over on my way home," you apologized, not really looking up at him yet. You locked your bike safely, still mumbling about your luck these days and finally looked up to properly greet him. You weren't sure what you were expecting but definitely not Mister tall, dark and handsome army guy. He was wearing the usual green army uniform and it fitted him like a glove. You stared at him, speechless, like a fucking idiot...you couldn’t help it.

"It's alright, I was a bit early anyway," he said with a shrug, a small smirk on as he looked at you. He stood up and offered his hand politely. You shook it, giving him a firm handshake back and a bashful smile.

"It was kind of you to wait for me, private Russo," you teased him, reading his name on his uniform.

He snorted, shaking his head looking down at his brand new uniform.

"Yeah, just signed up a few months ago actually. Reason why I'm lookin' for a place in the area," he said casually, leaning over the railing looking at you. He had seen your ad in the paper the other day and called you last evening to see if it'd be possible to visit and all. You seemed like an easy-going gal and he definitely didn't mind how your ass looked in those tight jeans when you turned around to unlock the door.

"Really? I tried to join the airforce a few years back but I didn't pass medical," you said a bit embarrassed,

"Anxiety and all," you added, opening the door and turning to welcome him inside.

"Come, let me give you the tour," you proposed with a bright smile. Your smile was contagious, making him smile back at you. He nodded in thanks and followed in behind you, closing the door shut. You kicked your shoes off by the door and was glad to see he was already toeing off his combat boots without needing you to ask. You didn't like when people wore their shoes inside, it felt dirty and you were always barefooted at home so it was a big no-no.

"Alright! So!" You exclaimed after putting your bag on a hook by the door and throwing your keys in a glass bowl.

"Open floor plan, living room, kitchen is on this side with the dining table, got some stools if you wanna eat at the breakfast counter instead. One bathroom sadly but it's roomy enough for two people," you said walking around and showing him the rooms one by one. He remained quiet, taking in the place. It was perfect so far, he really wouldn't find something this nice in the city and at this price too. He liked the way you had decorated and how welcoming it felt. He would definitely enjoy living here.

"Your room would be over here. It's mostly all furnished like I explained yesterday on the phone. Queen sized bed, nightstand, desk, drawers, closet, small TV….My room is on the other side of that wall sooo put a silencer on them partners. I don't wanna hear how good of a lay you are at 4AM," you said chuckling. He joined you with his wonderful laugh, shaking his head at you. You'd definitely wouldn't mind knowing how good of a lay he'd be for yourself but you put the lewd thoughts away for now. You walked him back to the kitchen area.

"What do you say? 400$ with utilities. We get our own food but we can share stuff too. I'd appreciate a little heads up if you're thinking of moving out eventually. Hum...Oh yeah, feel free to enjoy the patio. I'm cool with you bringing company over, I'm okay with parties just don't trash the fucking place and be respectful," you said lastly, not thinking of anything else to mention.

He looked at you ramble on with a smile. He already knew he was gonna say yes the moment he looked around. He had a good feeling about this.

"I say when do you want me to move in?" He asked, leaning back on the kitchen counter. He raised an eyebrow at you with a cheeky grin. He really liked the place and he felt very comfortable with you already. You were beautiful, friendly, kind, very authentic, like you weren't trying to be someone else. He watched you grin back at him, your eyes sparkling and relief etching on your face.

"Anytime really! You can move in this week or tomorrow even," You suggested moving to the living room to put some background music on to muffle some of the city noise outside. You turned to look at him and swore you caught him checking your ass out.

"I'll go round up my stuff and I should move in tomorrow," he said, taking his wallet out to give you the first payment in cash.

"Oh wow, you could have waited for tomorrow," you said feeling a bit uncomfortable at taking his money already. He insisted and you took it with a thankful smile.

"Here you go then," you said, throwing him his set of keys. He caught them like a hawk, not a trace of surprise on his face. You made an impressed face at his reflexes and he smirked.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, roommate," he teased, taking his car keys out of his jacket.

You snorted and rolled your eyes at him, walking him to the door politely. You definitely checked his perfect ass as he bent down to put his boots back on. You looked away quickly, your cheeks giving you away like the traitors they were.

"I'll be home all day so feel free to show up whenever!" You said opening the door for him. He passed by quite close to you when he left and the scent of his cologne hit you hard. It sent a jolt of arousal right to your core, a small gasp leaving your lips. You waved him goodbye and closed the door, leaning back on it.

"Oh fuck me," you said, hitting your head back on the door with a small curse. This was going to be very interesting...

***

He showed up the next day in the afternoon with a big army duffle bag and two boxes. He didn't have much, all his possessions fit in his car. He was used to it, always moving around, carrying his stuff in trash bags houses to houses growing up in the system. That's all he knew really. But he had plans. He wouldn't live like this forever. Joining the marines was gonna change his life, he was sure of it.

He spent a while in his room settling down and you let him do his things, not wanting to hover or annoy him already. You read on the couch in the living room, answering his questions here and there. He finally flopped down on the other couch sighing loudly, he was fucking famished. He groaned, knowing very well he had no food in the fridge yet and really didn't feel like doing groceries. He turned his head watching you read for a while. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow wondering what was on his mind.

"Pizza night?" He suggested, his belly already growling at the thought of it. He could always just jog it off tomorrow.

"Yeah! Sure. I got some cold ones in the fridge too," you said, closing your book. It'd definitely be a good plan to chat and get to know each other a bit too.

He raised his arms, shaking his fists in victory. It made you snort loudly. You picked your phone on the coffee table to check where you'd be ordering from.

A couple of hours and beers later you were both well fed and dying of laughter in the living room.

"You seriously have to go through that to prove your manliness or something?" You sniggered listening to his Marine stories.

"Fuck yeah we do! Went in head first, Castle followed right behind. Got to the other side covered in mud and fuckin' bruises. I live for a good fight," he said smirking, his dark eyes sparkling at the thought of it.

"Sounds like you get along pretty well with that buddy of yours," you said with a smile. You wished you had a best friend still. It turned out dating your cheating best friend wasn't quite a good idea.

"Frankie? Yeah, I love that motherfucker. He's my brother," Billy said finishing up his beer.

"A brother who's gonna kick my ass if I'm late for our run tomorrow morning," he added stretching, back arching into it. You might have enjoyed that as you finished your own drink. He rubbed his tired face and blinked at the empties on the coffee table.

"Naa, go to bed, I got this," you said waving at the empty bottles and leftover pizza on the table. You didn't mind cleaning up this time, he paid for the pizza so you could definitely do that for him.

"Alright, thanks Y/N, night," he yawned standing up to get ready for bed.

"Good night Billy," you said, watching him go with a smile.

***

It had been a few weeks since Billy had moved in and things had been going well. You got along great and he really liked hanging out with you on the couch after a long day of PT.

He was getting home from a night out with Frank, had a couple of beers with him and Maria at a pub not too far from your flat. He liked Maria a lot, she had a very motherly aura about her that just made you feel loved and welcomed. He unlocked the door and kicked his boots by the door before shrugging his coat off.

He walked to his bedroom and stopped abruptly hearing voices from your bedroom. An indecent grunt followed by the lewd sounds of you getting railed by a guy filled the hallway. Billy quietly walked to his room, closing the door behind him. The sounds were a little muffled in his room but he could still hear your little mewling sounds. He groaned, thinking about how sexy you'd be all sweaty and panting under him. He couldn't help himself when he walked to the back wall to listen in. He put his ear against it and moaned at the sounds you made. He undressed quickly and reached down to fist himself at the same pace you were getting fucked. Billy's grunting and moans mixed with your own on the other side of the wall. He could hear the change of tone in your voice, knowing you were getting close to your climax. The other guy let a loud guttural groan out and Billy made a disgusted face, staring at the wall like he could see through it. He stopped fisting himself and couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The guy came hard and just stopped fucking you. Billy was furious the bastard didn't even bother making you come or anything. Just another selfish asshole chasing his own climax and stopping right when he's done using you. You were very silent and Billy felt guilty at listening in on you but he couldn't help it at this point.

Billy sighed and moved away to flop down on his bed, staring at the ceiling fan. He scooted a bit, making himself comfortable with one arm behind his head. He closed his eyes and resumed his late night play. He hummed, lazily jerking himself to get back into the mood. He licked his top teeth, opening his eyes again. He needed much more than his hand tonight. Plain old handjob wasn't gonna cut it. He could call one of his usual fucks but he was one to enjoy a relaxing solo session here and there too. He rolled over to open up his nightstand's drawer, taking out some lube and his favorite stroker. This baby was quite the simple toy but fuck if it didn't feel amazing. He lubricated himself and the inside of the sleeve, his body thrumming with anticipation already. He let out a long quiet moan at the feel of it.

"Attagirl," he said with a wicked smirk. That was exactly what he needed. Your warm wet imaginary cunt all tight around his dick, your bare breasts bouncing up and down as you fucked yourself on his cock. He fisted himself hard and fast, chasing his climax with impatience.

"Such a good girl," he whispered, feeling the tingling feeling build up inside him. He bared his teeth with a low growl, he was so fucking close. His back arched up and he came hard thinking of your sweet angelic face. He gasped, breathing heavily, blinking hard to focus his vision. He made a fucking mess, there was no way he could just roll over and sleep. He laid there a few more minutes, basking in the blissful feeling of his post-orgasm. He sighed loudly and sat up to clean himself the best he could before putting a pair of sweatpants on to use the bathroom down the hallway.

He was cleaning his toy when he heard loud voices coming out of your room. He kept an ear out as he finished rinsing it thoroughly and rolled it inside a clean towel. He went back to his room leaving the door ajar, feeling protective of you and wanted to make sure you'd be alright.

He laid back on top of his bed still wearing his sweatpants when you yanked open your bedroom door.

"I dunno what the fuck I was thinking agreeing to this shit," you said angrily.

"Ah come on, Y/N! Don't be like that," the guy said.

"Don't be like what? The crazy bitch who was dumb enough to think you'd change? Or the sexually frustrated ex who thought you'd be a good lay for once?!" You snapped back at him marching to the living room with him trailing behind you like a puppy.

Billy snorted at your insult, clearly the guy was an ex boyfriend who ended up dipping his dick somewhere else when they had dated you. He shook his head thinking just how much better you deserved. Assholes like him were food scraps, you could have a 5 star meal if you wanted.

"I said, Get. Out!" You screamed at your ex. Billy frowned hearing the guy's pleas.

"Fuck this noise," Billy muttered getting up to kick the asshole out himself. He marched to the living room, towering behind the asshole and giving you a quick look. You seemed relieved and embarrassed at the whole situation.

"I believe the lady asked you to leave," Billy said coldly behind the guy who whirled around to look up at him surprised. The guy took a few steps back and raised his hands in surrender. Billy smirked coldly, enjoying seeing the sparkle of fear in his eyes.

"Alright man, I'm going. I'm going," he said, giving you one last longing look before finally getting the fuck out.

You sighed loudly and flopped down on the nearest couch. Billy went to lock the door and looked at you, stiffening. You were wearing only lace panties with a very tight tank top, not leaving much to the imagination. He rolled his shoulder looking away, adjusting himself in his pants.

"You uh… you okay?" He asked, trying very hard not to look at you. You turned your head to look at him and sighed.

"Yeah, just had a few drinks out tonight, crossed paths with the ex and thought it'd be a good idea to let him fuck me," you said before snorting loudly,

"Still disappointing as ever!" You added shaking your head. You groaned, feeling frustrated and uncomfortable. You looked at him standing there all handsome

"I just wanna have a good fuck for once," you said boldly with a long sigh. You clearly didn't care admitting it out loud after all he had heard. It wasn't like you were trying to be quiet knowing he wasn't home...until he was. He looked at you curiously, licking his lips like he was considering something. You raised a curious eyebrow at him, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Clearly you deserve better than...that," he said, waving a hand dismissively at the front door. You scooted over on the couch still sitting down to take a good look at him just standing there. You scoffed, shaking your heads amused at his form of compliment.

"And where would I happen to find someone worthy of me?" You asked with an amused tone. He looked at you with a sly grin and shrugged, rolling his shoulder.

"Really...?" You asked, smirking at how cocky he acted. He was hot yeah, but to pretty much say it out loud like that was bold. The mood in the room changed abruptly, palpable tension filled the air around you both.

He closed the distance between the two of you, reading your signs of consent all over your face and body. He stopped in front of you, looking down and enjoying the sight of you barely dressed.

He caged you between his arms, leaning down to hover above your lips.

"Just need to ask politely, sweetheart," he whispered, nuzzling your nose with his. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared back at him, desire eating at you.

"Please, show me what I deserve."

He almost came undone right there at your words. He gripped your jaw, tilting your head up and kissed you hungrily. Your lips felt even better than he imagined and wondered if he'd have the chance to feel them around his cock sometime. But tonight was gonna be all about you and your pleasure. He wanted to make you come over and over until you begged him to stop.

"With pleasure," he chuckled, breaking the kiss to drop down to his knees between your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs to your panties, sliding them down your perfect legs and pocketing them. You giggled at him stealing your panties and bit your lips feeling excitement thrumming inside of you. He gently pushed your legs wide open and hummed seeing your perfect glistening pussy ready for him to devour. He spread out your folds with his thumb and bit his lower lip.

"Such a pretty pussy you got," he said absentmindedly, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You moaned, closing your eyes at the feeling. You rested your head back on the couch and sighed pleasingly, finally feeling some proper relief. Billy yanked you closer to the edge of the couch by the hips and nipped playfully at the inside of your thigh. He gave your folds a kitten lick, teasing you, wanting to hear you beg for it.

You whined, your hands disappearing in his dark hair.

"Please," you whispered, your face already flushed by his ministrations.

He chuckled, diving in to devour your perfect cunt. He tasted latex at first, a sour reminder of the asshole who treated you like a whore. It made him growl. The taste of it quickly dissipated and the sweet taste of you filled his mouth. He moaned, all thoughts of your ex forgotten as he lapped at you clit hungrily.

You moaned loudly, rubbing yourself on his face making needy little noises. You've never been given oral sex like this before and it was absolutely mind-blowing.

"Fuuuuuuuck…," you said, gripping hard at his hair, already feeling your climax building.

"That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, sliding two fingers inside you. He fingered you fast and hard lapping quickly at your clit.

It barely took a minute and you were clenching down on his fingers, screaming and pulling at his hair. He groaned, looking up at you as you came undone. He hummed, appreciating the view and eased you through your high. He didn't pull his fingers out of your pussy just yet, he wasn't done with you. He gave you a few minutes to catch your breath before slowly resuming fingering you. He went at it slow and sensually, warming you up once more.

You looked down at him wondering what he was up to since he just made you cum. He smirked, leaning to kiss you and moved next to you on the couch. He looked like he was kneeling to propose to you but from the couch, one hand still buried in your pussy. You were highly confused, looking at him with a questioning look. He grinned, curving his fingers to that sweet spot inside you and you gasped.

"Oh God!" You exclaimed feeling a very intense but different pleasure build inside. He licked his top teeth, tilting his head to one side, drinking in your reactions.

"Yeah?" He asked, building up speed and pressure on the same spot over and over making your legs shake. He fucking loved the little sounds you made between pants and he was rock hard inside his pants. Deciding you were ready for more, he furiously fucked your G-spot with his fingers, putting his entire arm and shoulder into it. You gasped and felt like you were dripping down your legs.

"Attagirl. Let it go, baby," he encouraged you, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes. You've clearly never squirted before and he understood it could be confusing at first. You looked up at him and decided to trust him with this. You let go and an orgasm hit you so deep inside it took all the air from your lungs. It was like liquid fire spreading through your entire body and you've never ever experienced something like it before.

He chuckled darkly, watching you truly well done for now. He licked his fingers and kissed you deeply. He took his time to explore the kiss, giving your cunt a moment of respite. You were absolute jello as you kissed him back sleepily.

"I don't think I'll be able to stand anytime soon," you said chuckling, drunk on the two orgasms he gave you in such a short time. He moved to pick you up bridal style and walked you to your bedroom. He placed you down on the bed and leaned over to kiss you.

"I'll be back sweetheart," he said, nuzzling your face tenderly. You hummed incoherently, raising a hand sloppily. He snorted and quickly went to clean the mess he had you make in the living room. He brought a clean wet towel to the bedroom and cleaned you with it, not wanting to leave you uncomfortable for the night. You smiled feeling the warm cloth on your inner thighs, enjoying how considerate and caring he was. He sat next to you on the bed and caressed your body in featherlight touches. He wanted you. He really fucking wanted to rail you hard but he wanted your consent. It was all fun and games but he didn't want to step over the roommates boundaries even more than he already did if you weren't sure.

You turned your head to look at him and felt a purring desire wake inside your core. You bit your lower lip suggestively and smiled at him. A sly grin appeared on his face and he chuckled darkly, leaning over to kiss you. He broke the kiss to take his sweatpants off in one swoop motion and pounced on top of you.

You devoured each other, hands touching every inch of skin and roughly kissed. You gasped feeling how hard and thick he was as he rubbed his cock against your pubis. You gasped for air and reached for condoms on the nightstand. He quickly grabbed one with a growl, tearing the packaging and rolling it over his throbbing erection. He moved back between your legs, sitting back on his heel and roughly pulling you closer by the bruising grip he had on your hips.

You squealed in surprise and giggled at how easily he maneuvered you higher on his legs. He aligned himself to your opening and slid all the way inside your tight pussy with a long moan. He gasped, a deep frown on his face at how fucking good you felt around his dick. He gave a few lazy thrusts for you to adjust to him and set a rough pace.

You moaned loudly, back arching up, completely losing yourself at the feeling. He was gonna ruin you for any other man on the planet, you just knew it. You gasped when he thrusted harder, fucking you like a rabid animal. He glared down at you with a deliciously dark hunger that made your insides purr.

"You gonna cum all over my dick, princess?" He asked, panting and grinning down at you, moving your legs to his shoulders. You whined loudly nodding and made the little noises he loved hearing coming out of you. He held on to your legs tightly, thrusting deep inside and groaning at how well your cunt was taking him. He let go of your legs and rolled over bringing you with him. You chuckled, now straddling his lap and leaned down to nip his lower lip playfully. You rolled your hips teasingly over his cock and rode him at a steady pace.

"Look at you fuckin' yourself on my cock," he groaned, gripping at your ass as you bounced up and down. You giggled and exaggerated your movements, channeling the porn star inside of you. He reached upwards to knead your breasts, giving them playful slaps as they bounced around. He reached down to rub your clit and thrusted up meeting your hips hard. You faltered as he grabbed on to your hip and fucked you at a furious pace.

You gasped, moaned and almost sobbed coming undone a third time, your nails digging at his chest. He followed suit with a loud groan, spilling his load a second time that night for you. He pulled you down to rest on his chest, both breathing heavily. You felt lightheaded, satisfied and sated. He enjoyed the feel of your body on top of his a little while longer before kissing you and gently moving you next to him. He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and brought back a glass of water for you. You smiled warmly at him, taking the glass and drinking half of it in one go. He placed the glass on your nightstand and tucked you in, laying on his side over the blankets. He wasn't planning on sleeping in your room, he just didn't like leaving like a thief after a one night stand. He liked to stay long enough to make sure his partners were cared for and feeling good.

You watched him through your sleepy eyes looking at you, his head resting on one hand and the other moving your hair away from your face. You gave him a warm smile, closing your eyes and falling asleep as he played with your hair.

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